In a clinic, Kate slowly opened her eyes, dizzy and disoriented.

—Where am I?

Nick rose from the sofa.

—Darling, you finally woke up.

—Who are you? —Kate eyed him with distrust.

—Love, it’s me, Níkolas. Your husband.

—Husband? —Kate looked at her finger. She was wearing a wedding ring.

—Yes, love. You had an accident three days ago. You didn’t wake up. The doctor said it would be normal to feel confused. The blow was strong.

—I’m not confused. I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you. Stay away.

—My life, please. I know it’s hard, but you’re my wife. I won’t leave you, not now when you need me most.

The door opened and a doctor walked in.

—Mrs. Russo, it’s good to see you awake.

—My name is Katherine Thomas, not Russo.

—Oh, I see you still don’t remember.

—What do you mean? —Kate looked around, searching for something familiar, but nothing came. She turned back to the two men, distrustful.

—You hit your head in the accident. It caused temporary amnesia. Your husband arrived shortly after