He opened the first folder. Inside was a single audio file: morning_birds.mp3 . He played it. It was a crisp, high-fidelity recording of a summer dawn. He could hear the wind in the pines and the distant clink of a coffee mug against a saucer.
Leo stood up, adjusted a pair of glasses he wasn't wearing a moment ago, and looked around the room with a sense of profound, borrowed loss. He didn't know who Leo was anymore. He only knew that he had 268 reasons to stay awake. Dementia268.rar
Leo looked at his hands. For a second, they looked weathered and spotted with age. He tried to remember his own mother’s face, but all he could see was the woman in the yellow sundress. He tried to remember his own name, but the only word echoing in his head was the name of a man who had died three months ago. He opened the first folder