1 week later
*Bren*
I am looking over the bedroom one last time. There is a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand, White roses, her favorite. They are from our own garden and there is a faint smell of them lingering in the room. The bed is made, but only for one to sleep there, I can't expect her to share a bed with a man she still doesn't remember.
Sighing I close the door behind me. She is coming home today. It should be a joyous occasion, but to be honest, it is bittersweet. Her memory regain seems to have stalled. She remembers her teenage years now, and little bits of her adult life, but nothing new has come back the last couple of days.
Picking up my things on the floor outside the door, I shuffle down to the nearest guest room and open the door. Inside I throw my things on th
