Rowan. Age 32. Present time. Zach’s club, basement room.
“I went to visit you the next day, but you took one look at me before you asked me and everyone who I was. You looked so disoriented and it was like you were in pain when our eyes met,” stopping, I studied my wife, who had been silent the whole while I told her of our past. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or bad.
The past she knew was nothing similar to what I am telling her right now. I didn’t want to overload her head with these things, but Sofea was adamant about knowing everything that happened. So, I was left with no choice. Her expression gave away nothing, and I am starting to sweat.
“I was a bit disheartened to see your situation, so I said sorry and left. I told your dad to stop calling me because I don’t think yo
