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“I brought breakfast.”
“Thank you,” Lia replies with a raspy voice, not even turning to look at me as she lies on the bed, facing away from the door. I place the tray next to her on the bedside table before heading out of the room. Lia was released from the hospital two weeks ago, and except for when she was in a coma, it’s been the hardest two weeks of my life. The amnesia is taking a toll on our family. We sleep in separate rooms as of the beginning of this week. We don’t really talk; she spends all her days wallowing in grief. She freaked out when I told her she and Aiden broke up a long time ago after she asked me why we were married. She didn’t want to believe it, and she completely broke down. She wanted to talk to Aiden, but I didn’t think it was a
