Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
Generismy husband who hates me has lost his memories
Just silence—and a groan when he came back late at night.
“Lewis, when are you coming back?” She’d asked him on the phone a week ago, after he left her for more than two days.
There was a rustle, then a pause on his end. “I’m not sure when,” he replied dryly. “But I’ll be home for Thanksgiving.”
Thanksgiving.
But Thanksgiving came after their anniversary.
He had forgotten it, and Solene didn’t remind him.
“Stan, will you—”
The line went dead.
Stanley.