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mumbled, almost to himself.
    “Do you know what happened to me? How did I get here?” I asked.
    It felt like it took me a full minute to say every sentence. I’m sure it wasn’t the case, but that’s what it felt like.
    “How long have we known each other? Engaged? Do you have any proof I am who you say, and that we are…is there anything you can show me…something?”
    “I can.” He looked somewhat taken back. Surprised I didn’t just trust him and take him at his word. “I can tell you everything I know. I can…I have…yes, I can prove everything you asked.” He looked down at the floor then back up at me. “But I’m sorry, I don’t know how….how it happened. I mean, what happened to you. All I know is that I came home from work to find you…” He shook his head and stood up abruptly walking to the other end of the room…I think I heard a string of profanity flow out between his tightening lips. He looked angry, and it was frightening.
    I began to tremble.
    “You’re scaring me.” I said, my voice low.
    He spun to face me. “I came home to find you lying on the floor. Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead.” His face actually paled. “I wasn’t there for you. If I were there I could have prevented it.”
    His face became red and I could see he was clearly agitated.
    “I don’t remember any of what you just said. Did I fall?”
    I didn’t want to say anything about the dreams I’d been having. Right now, I didn’t know who I could trust. Not yet.
    “No one knows. The police investigated but found nothing conclusive.”
    “There was an investigation.” I felt a chill run down my spine.
    “Yes. I insisted on it. Sarah, you are not a clumsy person. You never ‘fall’. You were always active, athletic. You were in great shape. You ran every day. You never fell.” His voice was cold, tense and I could tell he was holding something back, which had me feeling even more uneasy than before.
    He reached over and grabbed both my hands in his one. I’m sure it was to comfort me, but it did anything but.
    “I’m sorry for frightening you. I’m just angry with myself for not being there.”
    “I understand.” I didn’t, but I didn’t want him to get angrier. “What’s next? I mean what happens next?”
    “The doctors will be in to speak with you later today.”
    He walked over and unwrapped the flowers, and took them, as well as a vase that was sitting on the windowsill in the bathroom. I heard the water running. After a minute or two, he came out and placed the vase on the table next to me.
    “Your favorite.” He half smiled. “You loved it every time I brought you home a bouquet. You always said ‘the simple daisy doesn’t get the credit it should’.”
    I looked at the flowers; pure white petals surrounded a bright yellow center. Little white flowers sprayed here and there, adding brightness to the background of green leaves. The bouquet of daisies made me smile. I don’t understand why, but they took the edginess that had been building in the room and erased it.
    I don’t know the reason I was feeling so unsettled, I could only attribute it to the fact that I can’t remember anything and was paralyzed by the darkness settling in my brain.
    I didn’t think that not remembering anything could be so scary. Terrifying even. You start seeing everyone as the enemy because you don’t know who you could trust. And at this point, I was unable to make those judgments.
    “Anyway, after your physical therapy, when they say you are okay to go home, I plan on taking you home. Our home.” He must have seen the shocked look on my face. “I’ve been doing a lot of research on your condition, and I totally understand the fears you have.” He looked at the ceiling again, as if the words he searched for were written there, “Sarah, the last thing I want is for you to feel tense, nervous or uncomfortable. When we go home, you will have the master bedroom to yourself and I will take one