True to her word Charlotte dropped off a bag of my things. I was sitting on the hospital bed, hair still wet from the shower, stuck in my own head, stuck with my own thoughts.

I wanted so badly to remember the accident, but I was getting nowhere. I remembered nothing other than waking up here.

“Do you want me to brush out your hair?”. He asked.

Since when has he ever done that?

I shook my head. My hair I could manage but showering was a whole different story. My body ached, my face the ...