He then watched the 23-year-old woman prepare breakfast for him in her kitchen. he said. "I apologize for asking, miss. But I'm afraid I don't know or remember who you are." She stops what she's doing. He puts down the paring knife used to cut their strawberries and turns around. She has a worried look on her face. Now shaking his head towards the ground, almost in dismay. “Not yet,” she sighs with her left hand on her forehead and her right hand on her hip. She looks up at the man and goes to sit at the kitchen table. She grabs his strong hands and looks into his dark blue eyes. "Nate, I should have known it was happening again by the way you looked at me when I got out of bed," she said flustered. “I should have known what was going on again,” he asked with a confused look on his face. “Nate,” the woman said. “Yes,” he said. The woman sighs. "I wish I didn't have to explain this to you today." Every day,” she said sadly. “Explain what,” he demands, frustrated that she didn’t just tell him. As Nate and the woman sit at the table waiting for a response, they hear a young child running up the outside steps with a dog nearby..