In the middle of a crowded bar in our small Alaskan town, my estranged wife snuggles up to me as if we're still a happy couple.
Don't get me wrong, we were a happy couple—before she walked out on me a year ago. We were the high school sweethearts everyone thought were destined to be together forever. We thought so too, which is why we married shortly after graduation.
We had a good marriage. Until she left me without any real explanation.
Now, she's back—and this is the real kicker—she has amnesia and thinks I'm still her husband. Technically I am, although the divorce papers are sitting at the lawyer's office.
She's desperate to remember her life in Sunrise Bay but I only want to find out why she left me. Once we conjure that memory up, it's sayonara because there's no second chances here. But as you probably already figured out, things didn't go quite as I planned.
