AHYAN
Why did we get married?
Suddenly I feel like a bulldozer has been dumped over me. There are a lot of things I could say to that but I don’t. There is too much at stake here.
Words clog my throat but I push them down. “I’m afraid you’ll have to find out yourself,”
I can hear the frustration in her voice when she speaks. “You need to at least tell me something. My memories can come back, right?”
I wish I could tell her everything but it will do nothing but hurt her. I don’t think she’s ready for that kind of heartbreak.
“Yeah,” I say, turning the lights of the kitchen on. “The doctor said it could take some months or . . .”
“Or never,” she finishes, sadness clear in her tone.
“Yeah,”
“So will you help me?” she asks and my heart clenches. “You’re the only one who knows what r
