In the middle of a crowded bar in our small Alaskan town, my estranged wife snuggles up to me as if we're still a happy couple. Don't get me wrong, we were a happy couple-before she walked out on me a year ago. We were the high school sweethearts everyone thought were destined to be together forever. We thought so too, which is why we married shortly after graduation. We had a good marriage. Until she left me without any real explanation. Now, she's back-and this is the real kicker-she has amnesia and thinks I'm still her husband. Technically I am, although the divorce papers are sitting at the lawyer's office. She's desperate to remember her life in Sunrise Bay but I only want