Where the Pear Blossoms Fell

Summary

Before my wedding, I was diagnosed with a progressive autobiographical memory disorder.

The neurologist said I'd gradually forget everyone, including myself.

When I got back to the Winslow estate, my parents had moved the entire wedding fund meant for me into the room of their adopted daughter, Marissa.

"Elise, you're the older sister. You need to give way to Marissa. Stop bullying her and making us dread the sight of you."

I lowered my head and agreed, then cried in my room all night.

The next morning, I couldn't remember why my pillow was wet.