Sitting up, she turned on the light and slid into the slippers by the edge of the bed before she walked out in the hall towards the murmuring voices.
She rounded the corner into the kitchen, and saw two familiar faces look up at her.
“Mom,” a middle-aged brunette asked, “are you okay?”
A crease appeared across her forehead, and her voice was stern as she said, “Katherine, you need to get to bed, you’ve got school in the morning, and do you know where your father is, he should’ve been home by now?”
A sad play of emotions moved across Kathy’s face, as she replied, “No Mom, Daddy’s not home, let’s get you back to bed,” taking her mother’s hand, she led her back to room, realizing all the memories really are slowly becoming erased.