I didn’t judge him…it was taboo but he was a sweet young man, I knew it wasn’t just lust…so I played the fantasy to make him happy. He was so...beautiful, if one of my son’s grew up to be that gorgeous….“Ann, can I talk to you about something?” he asked.“Sure baby, you can tell me anything.” I said, hearing concern in his voice.“You know this…game we play. Where we pretend that you’re my…my mom?”“Yes baby?”“I…I love being with you, you’re so hot and beautiful and you remind me of her but…I. “It’s a curse. I can’t ever stay asleep more than a few hours.”“You’re kidding.”“Nope. I mean, if I sleep, then get up for a while, I can go back to sleep for another few hours. But I can’t ever stay asleep long.”“Why?”She shrugged her shoulders with a purse-lipped smile. “I don’t know. I’ve been to a doctor. They said because it doesn’t negatively affect me, I’m fine. It’s just… the way I am.”“That’s… enviable.” She didn’t look sleep-deprived.“And what about you? You say you’ve been working on. It was a Tuesday morning mid-December, the weather cool and blustery. His absence in bed woke her up. Julian, in red tartan boxers, was standing at the window looking out over the Mediterranean.Wondering what was up she'd called out, "Julian?" and he'd turned.Bianca had known immediately. It was in his eyes, a sadness she'd not seen before. Her throat had closed, tears welling. Julian's memory had returned.It had been her deepest, most secret fear. She'd been terrified he'd remember and stop. She bent forward over the other boxes in front. It was impossible to move anyone of them as they were far too heavy for her. Well, if she couldn’t get the box to come to her, she had got to reach it instead. She stretched forward, bending from the waist and stretching her arm as far as she could reach. Almost there. Just a few more inches and she would reach it. She stretched her arm as far forward she dared, leaning her entire body forward as she tried to grow the necessary centimetres life.