(Alexander's POV)

Unbeknownst to Olivia and Arthur, I stood quietly at the doorway, listening to their entire conversation with growing devastation.

Every word Arthur spoke about her selective memory felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.

She remembered everyone except me. Martha, Amanda, Arthur, her college friends - everyone who had brought her comfort and joy.

But I, the one who had loved her most, who had rescued her as a ...