“I think I’m losing my mind.”
She looked at his face, searching the faded complexion and deep creases to find the man he had once been.
She had found his house keys in a shoe, dog treats in the cutlery drawer. Coins in the front garden like he had tried to plant them. She had gently asked him about each incident, her heart lurching at his bewilderment.
She grabbed his jacket to pick up their takeaway. A smile smoothed his features as he heard her laughter in the hallway, her fingers caught in a long established hole in his pocket.
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