“I thought you loved grapes?”

“What? I’ve never liked grapes or said I liked grapes.”

“You used to eat grapes all the time when we first met. Look at this photo.”

He slid over his phone, and it showed a picture of her relaxing in the beach next to a bowl of grapes. She was even eating a grape in the photo.

“What? That’s so weird. I remember that trip and photo distinctly, but I have zero memory of grapes being consumed.”

She began to doubt herself. This was the fifth time in the last week he had said or showed her something that made her question her sense of reality.