Ten Days of Memory

My fiancé is the youngest professor at the university. Thoughtful, gentle, everyone admires him.

When I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and had only ten days of memory left, he brought a female student home.

That night, through the crack in the door, I watched her throw herself into his arms. He didn't push her away.

The next day, I asked about the lipstick stain. He just smiled and called it a misunderstanding.

On the third day, someone on a motorcycle knocked me down. He said I was being paranoid.