The Honeymoon Lie

Summary

It took me three years, but I finally found him. The husband who vanished during our honeymoon.

But it didn’t matter if I broke down, if I screamed, if I fell to pieces in front of him. Leo, my Leo, the man with no memory of me, remained perfectly, unnervingly calm.

“The trust fund kid you’re talking about,” he’d say, his voice flat, “that’s really not me.”

Then, a little softer, a hint of something that might have once been affection, now directed at a ghost. “You should go. If I’m out too late, Savannah will make me sleep on the couch again.”