“Who are you?” He said.
He’s lost consciousness again, right after saying those words to me, He relapsed.
“Who are you?” Those words resound in my ears. How? How could he not remember who I am, how could he not remember what he’s done to me, how he’d tormented me and made my life hell. No! It was too convenient, too much like a telenovela.
Normally I do not cuss, but nothing could be more f****d up than this. If I knew more cuss words, I’d let loose a fusillade of them. Alas I’m stuck with the normal variety which failed to convey the severity of the situation. No, I refuse to believe this, how awfully convenient for him to forget. I get to live with the memories for all time, and he gets amnesia? Injustice could not get worse than this. What about the child, what happens to it now? Wh
