Memory loss

Stephen gently guides Anna back into the house, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and sadness. Arriving back at the bedroom, he makes her sit down on the bed and wrap her with extra clothing to fight the cold.

He carefully chooses his words, aware of the fragile nature of the situation. "Anna, please try to think, remember," he implores, his voice laced with a hint of desperation as he squats down at her foot and gently places his hand on her thighs.

Anna furrows her brow, her eyes searching his face for familiarity. "I'm sorry, I still don't remember," she confesses, her voice tinged with frustration. The realization that she has lost her memory weighs heavily on Stephen's heart, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their once promising future.

With a heavy sigh, Stephen realizes the gravity of the situation. Memories, once cherished and shared, have become distant fragments of the past. He must find a way to bridge the gap and help Anna regain her sense of self. "Anna," he