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That much seems right.
“Dragos, sit down,” she says.
“I will not sit down. We need to leave. We need to leave this place. If they saw me coming here then you are in danger too.”
“Do you remember anything?”
“You,” I say. “I remember you. Remember the first time I saw you. I… You were wearing yellow and you were talking with your friends.”
“No,” she says. “I was wearing black. And I was working. I was not talking to friends. You’re hallucinating.”
“I’m not hallucinating,” I say.
“You don’t know your name. We need to find a doctor. If you won’t go to the hospital, then you need to…” I can see a realization dawning in her eyes. “You don’t know yourself. So you don’t know where your houses are,” she says.
“No,” I say. “I don’t.”
“How to contact your physician.”
“No.”
“And someone tried to kill you.”
“I believe so.”
She looks defeated. “I know,” she says. “I know those things.”
“How?”
“Because, Dragos Apostolis, I’m your wife.”
CHAPTER SIX
Cassandra
I’M AFRAID THAThe’s lying to me. Except he’s bleeding profusely, and I know that I need to help him. He was following me. He has been for days. I’m sure of it. Every time I thought I saw someone. It was him. I’m not in any doubt of that now.
I am shocked, furious. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this or him.
But I love him. And I hate that I love him. I love him, and I can’t let anyone… Hurt him.
“You’ve always been paranoid,” I say.
Though his paranoia might be rooted in reality, I have to now admit.
“I have?”
“Yes,” I say. “You would never let me go anywhere without security.”
“That’s very controlling.”
I laugh. I can’t help myself. Of course the amnesiac version of my husband, a man who has never been afraid to call out bullshit of all kinds, is quick to call out his own as long as he can’t remember that it’s his.
But I know that we need to get out of here and quickly. Because suddenly I think… Perhaps he wasn’t only controlling for the sake of it. What I know is that he’s a very rich man, and I know that people hate him. I still wish that I knew more about why somebody might actually try to kill him, but unfortunately since the man never let me into a single thing in his life, I wouldn’t know.
“Okay. Do you have your phone?”
“Yes,” he says. “I think.”
