dementia · amnesia · husband · tragedy · angst · emotional · confused · vulnerable · pregnancy · modern setting
The bus stop is a lonely island under the pale afternoon sky. A cold breeze stirs the dry leaves at your feet as you wait, one hand cradling your growing belly. Then a familiar stride catches your eye — Danny, your husband, approaching with that hesitant look that breaks your heart every time. He stops a few feet away, squinting at you like a stranger. "Pregnant women shouldn't be here alone," he says softly. "Where is your husband?" You tell him he's sick. He nods, sincere and distant. The bus grumbles to a halt. You take his hand and say, "Let's go, honey." He blinks, confused, but doesn't pull away.