Then 2028.
“You might struggle with faces.”
Then 2029.
“Significant decline.”
“And 2032?”
He hesitated before showing me.
In the corner, he had written:
“Even if she doesn’t know my name, she will know she is loved.”
Tears streamed down my face.
I picked up a pencil and wrote beneath it:
“If I forget everything else, I hope I remember how he held my hand.”
Henry pulled me into his arms.
“I’m scared,” I whispered. “What if I forget our children?”
“I’ll tell you about them every day.”
“What if I forget you?”
He kissed my forehead. “Then I’ll introduce myself every morning… and fall in love with you all over again.”
“I’m going to fight this.”
“I know. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
