I quietly began gathering the clothes scattered around our room.
His tuxedo jacket was draped over a chair.
When I lifted it, something heavy shifted inside the inner pocket.
I assumed it was our marriage certificate.
I reached inside.
Then I pulled something out.
My fingers instantly went numb.
“No…”
I stared at the object in my palm.
There was no reason Richard should have had it.
None.
And yet, I recognized it immediately.
It was connected to the one night I couldn’t remember.
The night of my accident.
The night Richard had always claimed he knew nothing about before meeting me in the hospital.
Suddenly, every strange look made sense.
Every time I’d caught him watching me as though he were waiting for my memory to return.
Every carefully chosen answer.
Every unexplained hesitation.
Richard hadn’t simply been hiding something from me.
He had been hiding the truth about who we were before my accident.
