
The Shape of AbsenceI was born naturally dazed, living every day as if I were tipsy.
So when Adrian Blake forced his way into my life, I thought he was only playing with me.
Every time I failed to run away and he caught me again, I gave him a thumbs-up.
"Your hide-and-seek skills are improving fast. I only hid for half an hour and you already found me."
And just like that, I muddled through three years of a game where I ran and he chased.
Until today. I found out I was pregnant after nausea and vomiting, and I took the report home, wanting to tell Adrian Blake, whom doctors had diagnosed as infertile.
But then he got into a car accident and lost his memory. His childhood sweetheart cried as she blamed me. "If he had not rushed back to celebrate your birthday, none of this would have happened."
"He has forgotten you completely. I am begging you. Stop clinging to him, okay?"
I slowly walked away for a while, my lower belly aching faintly.
I had the feeling I had forgotten something.
Forget it. I would think of it when I remembered.