The Amnesia Reboot
Language: en
My husband, who has been sleeping in the guest room for six months, stood at the top of the stairs, hugging his pillow, blocked by me. "Our combined age isn't even fifty. We're in the prime of our lives. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?" He frowned at me, his gaze making my back sweat. Finally, he nodded. "Yeah, not very normal." Taking a bold step, I snatched the pillow from his arms, complaining, "You weren't like this before." "What was I like before?" "You used to hug me to sleep every night, and call me 'little darling' before bed." "...Is that so?" "Yes!" Look at me. Do…