Evie glared at Ben, her tone decidedly cool as she got out of the chair. She knelt down, reached underneath the bed and pulled out a small wooden box. From inside she took a photograph, handed it to him, “Your wedding present to me.” Ben stared at the black and white picture, worn from many handlings. The upper right corner had a long, narrow white line and along the bottom there were spots from water but the image was clear. “We made a handsome couple.” “Satisfied?” “Confused,” A note of impatience spiced his words as he continued to study the smiling people captured on paper. No memory of that day, place or her stirred, “We’re married.” “Yes.” “You’re my wife.” Her hand came up. Fingers squeezed the bridge of her nose as she sucked in a deep breath. “Yes.” “Sorry I don’t mean to upset you.” “It’s okay.” “I doubt that,” his tone full of wry amusement. Her fleeting smile as she stood acknowledged that truth. Unsure how he felt or what to do, Ben shifted his gaze from her to look around the room.
