All Mortal Affairs Fade Into Oblivion
Language: en
My husband has hyperthymesia. He possesses a highly superior autobiographical memory. He can recall the exact weather of a random Tuesday twenty years ago, but he has forgotten my birthday for five consecutive years. Whenever I brought it up, he would give me a blank look. "Is it coming up? Next week?" My birthday was last week. I used to joke with my best friend Sasha that even a genius brain had its glitches. Until the day I was cleaning his study. I found a folder on his desktop named "Health Tracker." I opened it. It was completely filled with the personal data of a woman named…