Over forty years, Marsh and her partner built a life defined by love, devotion, and independence. He supported her when she bought her home in California wine country, when she grieved the deaths of her parents, when she built her career as a psychotherapist, and even when she overcame a lifelong fear of dogs to adopt a rescued greyhound.They never married or shared a home—by choice. They were lovers and confidants, deeply committed to one another. More than a romance, theirs was a relationship based on honesty and shared emotion. Yet, they only met on Tuesdays and Fridays.And then, one day, he vanished.When Marsh finally tracked him down, she discovered the unimaginable: he had suffered a catastrophic stroke. His memory was gone. He could no longer speak. And he was living with a woman who knew him by a different name.What was the truth? With him unreachable behind the devastation of his illness, and with the danger that exposing their relationship could cause irreparable harm, Marsh was left to confront a hall of mirrors—plagued by questions, silences, and uncertainty.In the end, she discovered a universal reality: we all live with some unknowable mystery. The memoir ends with a question: Do we spend our lives searching in vain for an answer, or do we find a version of the truth we can live with, and live with it?