He hadn't noticed, but his hands had moved so his fingers would tease the place his wedding ring should be. "My mom cried thee day I got married," his voice was a whisper and he seemed like he wasn't even there. "He played the guitar," Albert said softly and closed his eyes, "I loved watching his hands as he played."

Was he getting things mixed up? He didn't know, but they were making some kind of sense to him.