The Man who forgot on purpose

Daniel Marrow wakes on an ordinary Tuesday to a life that is almost his. His

wife kisses

him like someone who has done it ten thousand times. His sister is angry about

something he is supposed to have said at a funeral. His oldest friend jokes about a

night by the sea that Daniel has no memory of at all.

Everyone remembers a man named Daniel Marrow. Daniel just isn't sure he is

him.

At first he suspects an illness, then a conspiracy, then a crime done to him. But

the deeper he digs, the more the evidence points the other way: the locked drawer,

the handwriting in the margins, the careful, almost tender preparations. Someone

arranged this forgetting with great care, and that someone had his hands.

What do you owe the person you were? And if you chose to disappear, who gave

you the right to come back?