Chapter Twenty
Lisa
It had been a week since my accident. I still remembered nothing about it. All I could recall was coming around in the ambulance and seeing a man who looked like an older Ezra, and then finding out that not only was it an older Ezra, but I was wearing an engagement ring and I was marrying him.
I didn't remember the proposal.
Didn't remember the ring being placed on my finger.
I couldn't remember 'us'.
My last memory of Ezra Waite was his double take as I sat at the table with my work from college and my satisfaction at seeing him realise I wasn't some stupid little schoolgirl.
It would appear he'd noticed a whole lot more. But the time between that and wearing his ring was a cavernous space.
I knew from Mum and the police that I’d been living with Ezra in a hous
