Memory care Stories

The first hint of autumn had turned the evening air cool, nudging the wine bar's patrons closer to its warm, amber-lit interior. Kay sat alone at a corner table, nursing a glass of red she barely touched, her thoughts adrift. Her eyes, though fixed on the middle distance, didn’t see the street beyond the window; they saw memories. A marriage gone cold, whispered lies, and the long, cold silence that followed. “May I?” a v...