The living room looked like a museum of a life interrupted.
Maya had spread everything out on the coffee table. Photos from their wedding, Marcus’s favorite baseball cap, his old guitar, even the cologne he used to wear.
"We have to find the trigger," Maya said, her voice determined but shaky. "Every psychological study says sensory details are the strongest link to memory. Scent. Sound. Touch."
Marcus was sitting in his usual spot—corner of the room, back to the wall, knees pulled up. He was watching us with that unnerving, blank stare. He wasn't aggressive anymore, but he wasn't present. He was just... existing.
"Okay," I said, sitting beside Maya. "Let’s try the photos again."
Maya picked up a framed picture. It was from their honeymoon in Hawaii. They were both sunburned, la
