He pressed on. "The maple leaf is from our childhood home. Do you remember planting that tree together? You can't just forget, can you, Alexis? If you do, I'll help you remember! I visited it the other night. It's grown tall and stunning..."

He spoke fondly but Alexis remained stoic.

With a slight smile, she replied, "That means nothing to me! If you're reading too much into it, I'll chop the tree down."

His heart sank at her words. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, “Don't you remember the good times?"

Remembering the good times?