I wiped her tears and took my son from her arms, laying him on the other side of her on our bed so I could get closer to her. Once he settled down after a moment’ fussing I turned back to her, lifting her onto my lap.

“That night in the forest, you had no memory of me?” She shook her head no.

“No, but you kept calling my name, even when you were sick with fever. That’s why I thought you were just mistaking me for someone else.”

“But then, I saw ...