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I clench my fist at the sight of this cop giving my girl his number. After that, she starts to cry, and I get up, close my laptop, and walk to her room.

Anger boils my blood; he made her cry because he was or he’s too incompetent. I told him to let me give the news, but of course, he acted like he would know it better and didn’t listen.

“What did you think you were doing? She needs rest, not you making things worse for the poor girl!”

I see her nurse shouting at him. He’s clearly cornered by her, and I hold back a laugh.

Over the telling off he’s getting, he looks at me with hooded eyes.

“I think it’s odd with one girl murdered and one on the brink of death, that no one else heard or saw anything but you, and there’s no sign of the attacker.”

I sigh and take a step closer to him.

“Unlike you, I actually was able to save her. I know there were neighbours calling the cops because of screaming, but your men didn’t show up until forty minutes after that. Where the fuck were you, huh?”

I ask angrily. He scoffs at me and hits my shoulder with his while passing through. Bastard!

He really thought he could try framing me, well, good luck. It was his incompetence that got Mara killed, and I can prove it since I saw them through their cameras, getting the call while eating, and waiting until they were finally done to go over there.

I didn’t know Mara that well; I knew about her like any stalker would know their prey’s best friend, which isn’t much, but enough to know she wasn’t a threat and meant a lot to Taylor. I’m filled with worry over the thought of how all of this must lie heavy on her. I don’t yet know what to say to her. I lied to the hospital, saying we were married, which technically isn’t a complete lie since I had those papers filled out at the end of last year. She just has no idea about any of it.

A young nurse walks out of the room, giving me the perfect opportunity to see how she is doing and if she knows about me.

“We had to give her something to sleep. Your wife was very upset over the news.”

Wife. One word I could never get enough of. She must not know about me yet if the nurse still calls her that. She seems tired and there’s something like pity in her eyes too.

“I also wanted to let you know that she suffers from amnesia due to the injuries she sustained to her head.

Amnesia, huh.

“What do you mean?”

I ask her, sounding a little bit too hopeful.

“She can’t remember anything past November 2019,”

she tells me while sighing. I hold back the laugh that’s trying to overtake me.

“Are you telling me that she doesn’t remember anything that happened after that date?”

She must think my question comes out of anger since she flinches away from me.

“We’re doing all we can to get her memory back, but until then I’d advise telling her stories of you together, but not to strain her mind too much, give her time.”

Oh, and time we will have as husband and wife. Whenever Felix asked me why I don’t just go to her and tell her how I feel instead of watching her from afar, I would tell him that I will once the time is right and the universe has given me a sign to do so. And what bigger sign would I need than this one right here?

“If you need some time to process it, we have a room where you can sit,”

she says in a flirty tone. Is she kidding me right now?

“I’d rather sit with her until she wakes. I want to make sure she’s okay. She’s my wife after all.”

I smile at her, making her blush slightly. It’s so easy to get the attention of this type of woman, but it’s not her attention or anyone else's I need but Taylor’s.

“I understand. She’s lucky to have a man like you. If I were her, I would never forget you,”

she says, moving closer to me. I strain a smile and ignore her last comment, walking into Taylor's room.

The moment I see her lying there, my breath hitches. She’s sleeping like those Disney princesses, waiting for her prince charming to come and kiss her awake. I’m no prince, but to her, I would be something even better. Something more.

I brush a hair from her face and move the blanket higher so she doesn’t get cold.

It’s a whole different thing to see her so close and not from afar or through a screen. She’s even more breathtaking up close, not that I doubted it. Her beautiful, long, dark hair spreads across her pillow. I sit on the chair close to her bed and wait, never letting her out of my sight.