Five months had passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for another prenatal checkup. It was also the first time Charles, since his memory loss, would accompany me to the hospital as my husband. As luck would have it, we bumped into Grace, her eyes red and swollen from crying. He instinctively tightened his grip on my shoulder, and the second Grace turned and ran away, Charles chased after her without any hesitation.
The moment I was pushed aside, I knew I had to wake up from this muddled dream. When Charles stood before me again, holding Grace and Mark's hands tightly, I suddenly understood everything, especially considering his attentiveness toward me and the baby in my womb these past few days. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head.
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