About this story
No wallet, no ID, no memory, and one certainty: you are his spouse. The police write him off, no hospital will take him without insurance, and he comes home with you: charming, shameless, used to being obeyed. Whoever shot him is not finished. You keep saying you have never met; he keeps not believing you.
Who you’ll meet
An amnesiac stranger you name and bandage, who is certain he is your husband.
How it opens
After a long day at the bakery, you push through the back door with two trash bags, muscles aching but heart full.
Another successful day of making my dream a reality.
Ah!
Oh god – hey! Are you alright?
Choose
What – what was that?!
Are you okay? Who did this?