Then back into the camera.
“My name is Mark Ellison. I’m fifty-three years old. I’ve been married to Lena Ellison for twenty-six years. We have a daughter, Sophie, who’s studying to become a nurse.”
He slowly recited our home address.
I frowned.
Why was he telling me things I already knew?
Then he said,
“My doctor told me practicing these facts aloud might help.”
My breath caught.
Mark swallowed.
“In March, I started forgetting things at work.”
He described misplacing tools.
Forgetting measurements.
Struggling to remember names he’d known for years.
Then he told me about a morning when he drove toward a construction site he’d visited daily for two months.
At an intersection, he suddenly couldn’t remember which direction to turn.
He didn’t recognize the road.
For nearly a minute, he didn’t know where he was.
Cars honked behind him.
He sat there terrified.
