Two weeks before our divorce was finalized, Julian got into a car accident and lost his memory..

His memory reverted to when he was nineteen.

The year he loved me the most.

...

"Did you want that croissant from the bakery down the street??"

"I saw it on my way home. Looked like it wasn't too sweet,I thought you might like it."

"It's been storming these past few days, Julian. Your cactus is dying."

"..."

"Julian."

"When are you coming home?"

I stared down at the chat window on my phone.

Two days had passed.

Julian still hadn't replied to my "make-up" text.

This time, we'd fought pretty badly.

I remember him slamming the door hard when he left.

The way he'd snarled at me.

"Claire, do you actually want a divorce?"