Wendy
Nancy looked down at our joined hands. A single tear slipped down her wrinkled cheek and fell onto my skin.
"Yes, sweetie." Nancy confessed. "That is Mr. Reed. You have been married to him for five years."
Five years.
I pulled my hands away and pressed them against my mouth. My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe.
How could I have completely forgotten half a decade of my life? How could I forget my own wedding or the man I supposedly vowed to spend the rest of my life with?
I tried to pull air into my lungs but the hospital walls felt like they were closing around me from every side.
Yet, I managed to ask her a few more questions. But the shock was still there when the hospital room door pushed open.
Reed, my husband walked back into the room. He had taken off his
