Preparing to turn the doorknob, Noah hears the all-too-familiar question, “Are you not going to wear anything?”

Frustratedly, he replies, “I’m fine; I don’t need a jacket.” One might suspect from the teen’s facial expression that this daily inquiry confirms that amnesia robbed his parents of their ability to recall his all-too-common answer. The frigid wind strikes his face while closing the door behind him. Walking to the bus stop, with hands in his pockets as his only means to sustain some warmth, he silently voices his dislike of winter while imagining the next family road trip to the Carolinas.

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