3 days later
*Jackson*
I am pacing my office, trying to think, to figure out what to do and how to handle my dear ‘wife’. And museer for that matter.
What am I even doing here ? At some point her memory will come back or someone will tell her and what then ? I could endup in jail for k********g I guess.
But I do not feel it will be safe to let her go home. It seems no one is officially searching for her and I wonder why. I have tried sending out feelers, but I can’t ask directly or even in-directly.
I stop to look out the window, my hands on my back. Is the Ines I see, the one who kisses me so passionately, is she the real Ines ? Or is the real her the snobbish b***h who belittled me ? And how will I know ?
Rubbing a hand over my face I start pacing again. She has my head, my
