Cormac
Two whole days of being poked and prodded and questions and yet somehow that feels preferable to this moment. Going home with my wife.
I’ve seen phones full of pictures of us together from quite a young age, I know it’s me in them and I can see clearly it’s her but there is no connection between them and me. I have a wedding band, she seems to know so much about me and the hospital seem satisfied she is who she says she is.
I have no option but to go to a home that I don’t remember, with a wife I don’t remember, to look after a coming baby I don’t remember. Oh and according to the fruit basket a high paying corporate job I don’t remember that is looking forwards to having me back once I’m ready.
As we exit the building there is a car waiting for us and the progress through t
