PENÉLOPE
I couldn't believe everything he was telling me.
I couldn't believe everything that had happened to him. He was under threat. His life and his mother's were in danger. He'd been forced to be someone he wasn't and to forget his own identity, even giving up his own face.
"I can't be here right now." I closed my eyes tightly. It was too much for me.
Finding your husband in a coma, learning he had been in that state for three years. Knowing that the person you slept with the last two times wasn’t your husband, but a substitute put there by your evil father-in-law... it was too much to process.
"Please, give me the chance to tell you the rest of the story, but don’t leave... or it will be really bad for me." His voice was barely audible.
"I just need some air." My shoulders felt
