"You do." She swallows around the lump in her throat, trying to find her words. It takes a second to keep going. "I'm your wife. I don't -- I don't know what's going on, I don't know why you don't remember that, but you know me, you should know me."

She's crying now, tears slipping steadily down her face, but she doesn't bother trying to stop it. "I know you," she adds after a moment, her hands coming together so she can twist her ring around on her finger.