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He was desperate for answers. Desperate to know what had happened in the years since his last memory.

“You moved here about a month ago to work at a restaurant.”

Why had he done that? He’d been planning to stick around Chicago to work and save enough money to start up a restaurant of his own. Had he somehow abandoned those plans?

Suddenly, he recalled the woman who had approached him earlier. “Did I move here on my own?”

Another look was exchanged between his parents before his dad said, “No. You moved here with your wife.”

“My wife?” Zane asked. “Sarah and I got married?”

Someone in the room gasped, but Zane wasn’t sure who it was.

“You got married about six weeks ago, but not to Sarah.”

That news was shocking. He’d always hoped that he and Sarah would get married at some point in the future, and Sarah had felt the same way. The love they shared far exceeded anything he’d ever felt for a woman before. Why wasn’t she the one he’d married?

“Why not to Sarah? Did we breakup or something?” He shook his head, then winced from the pain. “I never would have broken up with Sarah. I love her so much.”

Movement caught his eye, and he saw the woman from earlier rush from the room.

“Who was that?” he asked.

His mom frowned at him. “That’s Kelsey. Your wife.”

He felt nothing at the revelation. Sarah was the woman he’d always assumed he would one day call his wife. “I don’t recognize her at all.”

“Hopefully you will after your brain has had a chance to recover more.”

He better remember, because he felt like they were talking about someone else. A stranger.

Zane couldn’t imagine having a wife that he had no memory of. No feelings for. But how could he have feelings for her if he couldn’t remember her or any part of their relationship?

“You need to get some rest,” the doctor said. “Real rest. Not the sedation you’ve been under for the past few days.”

As soon as the doctor suggested rest, Zane felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over him. “Yeah. I could probably use some.”

“We’re here to stay as long as you need us,” his dad said. “Though Gareth has to get back to Aria and the kids.”

“Kids?”

“Yes. Do you remember Timothy?” Zane considered his mom’s question before shaking his head. “Aria must have been pregnant with him around the time you last remember. They also have a daughter who is just a year old. Her name is Emily, but we call her Emmy.”

“Wow.” Obviously he was missing the details of more than just his life. He wanted to ask about all his siblings but decided not to. He was too tired to deal with more information.

“Don’t worry about anything more tonight,” his mom said. “Get some rest.”

“Do you want us to stay?”

Zane shook his head at his dad. “There’s no need. I’ll probably just be sleeping.”

“Okay. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

His mom bent over to kiss his forehead. “We’re so glad you’ve woken up. And we’re with you through all of this.”

“Don’t worry about anything that has happened.” His dad rested a hand on his arm. “We’ll be praying for you.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

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