Prologue
April
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,” I said to him. He looked as if he had lost his best friend. I understood where it was coming from, but yet I didn’t. He kept telling me that I was his wife of 3 years and we had just purchased the house.
He kept telling me about all of these things we did together but I didn't remember doing any of it.
None of it seemed familiar to me. I had no clue who he was or what he was talking about. I was single and I had been for at least a year. I remember I had decided to quit my job and become a full time writer since one of my books had taken off. I had a small apartment in the city and I was thinking about getting back with my ex since we didn't end on bad terms, just bad timing.
“You really don’t remember, not even our wedding?” he said being just fractured an upset. He held up a photo of us - me in a beautiful, white princess gown looking happy as ever smiling at him while smashing the cake in his face.
None of this seemed familiar. And I didn’t want to be with a person whom I didn’t know or can’t remember.
“No, I don’t remember. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Tell me you love me,” he almost demanded walking away from the hospital bed, holding his head.
“Well dear it will take some time. Maybe you just need some rest and hopefully you can remember.” A woman said standing over to the side of the room. She looked as if she was crying but I didn’t recognize her either.
I looked at her trying to place her face but I had no idea who she was.
“You’ve had a traumatic event which resulted in you losing part of your memory, April.” The doctor said from the other side of the room. I looked at him and recognized his face. It was Dr. Samuels.
“Dr. Samuels,” I spoke softly as my throat was desert dry. I reached for his hand and a bit of reassurance.
“Yes, April. It’s okay. I know it’s scary.”
“But I don’t know what is going on.”
“April, can you tell me what year it is?” he asked, hoping and praying I would say the correct year. I was hoping too.
“It’s December of 2018, why what’s wrong?” I said looking at him for reassurance that I had the correct answer. “Am I right?” I said hoping I was. The guy and older woman covered their mouths and just stared.
I must be wrong. Why? I know I’m right.
“April, I’m sorry. It’s June of 2023.” Dr. Samuels stated. I just stared at him. He had to be wrong.
4 years! I had lost 4 years of my life in a matter of moments which felt like minutes. A sharp pain shot through my head as if someone had driven a spike through one side of it.
“Why? How? I don’t…..I don’t understa.,”
“Doctor!” I heard the guy scream as I blacked out.
