10
After the divorce, I went to visit Ethan,
bringing flowers.
At the hospital elevator, I saw Dr. Kai. He
smiled. “Ms. Sarah, you remember me this
time?”
I did. Six months ago, when I’d confirmed
Jesse’s betrayal, I’d become depressed,
anorexic, and collapsed, rescued by a kind
young man.
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When I woke up, he was sitting by the
window, basking in the sun.
He smiled, extending his hand.
“Hello, I’m Ethan. I have a cat, Lucky.”
Then, he was just thin and malnourished, but
his eyes were always bright, like they held the
sun.
My severe depression and anorexia led to a
hospital stay. Jesse was away on business,
oblivious to my hospitalization.
The first week, I huddled in a corner, refusing
to eat, surviving on IV fluids. I cried at night,
sometimes waking up and weeping
uncontrollably.
Ethan visited often, bringing flowers, opening
curtains to dispel the gloom.
The second week, he introduced me to his
doctor.
Dr. Kai. He had a psychology background, a
master’s degree, and was skilled at using
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verbal and environmental cues to influence
people.
I felt calmer around him.
After two weeks, his fingers steepled, a kind
smile on his face. “I understand the source of
your pain.”
“A partner you built your youth with, then
betrayed. Ms. Sarah, what you can’t let go of
isn’t that person, but the boy he once was. “Why not forget the past and reassess those
around you, whether they are worth a second
chance?”
My head swam. I barely understood him, but I
knew it might be my only way out.
For six months, Dr. Kai used psychological
suggestion and medication to help me
temporarily forget Jesse.
“When you decide to let go, the memories will
return,” he said.
And one day, I woke up,
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With amnesia, remembering everyone except
him.
