I probably shouldn’t be talking to her, in case she has a panic attack like in the hospital, but I couldn’t resist. I miss her. I miss my Lia, and the fact that she doesn’t remember me has been eating at my soul like the crashing waves that swallowed her that night. Lia finally looks at me and she pauses, her aqua eyes widening and her breath audibly hitching. She observes me intently as if she knows me. Maybe not on the surface, but deep in her heart. Hope blossoms in my chest because I know, I just know that I can have my wife back.
