I’M 80 AND NEVER MARRIED AFTER MY FIRST LOVE VANISHED IN VIETNAM – LAST WEEK, A STRANGER WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE HIM HANDED ME A BLUE BOX

beneath the very same sky.

“Where has he been?”

Edward briefly looked toward Wren.

Then he answered.

“My father suffered a severe head injury during the war. It damaged his memory, and dementia later made it worse.”

“He forgot me?”

“He forgot most of his life before the injury.”

A quiet laugh escaped me, though there was nothing funny about that moment.

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