“Thank you!”
I smiled at Angelo as he helped me clean up and get dressed.
He responded with a brief, “Mmm,” then assisted me in lying back down on the bed.
I realized it was time to stop pretending; if he discovered that I was feigning amnesia, it might upset him.
I had already devised a plan to reveal to him that my memory had returned.
“Get some rest. If you're sleepy, you should go to bed first. I still have some work to finish up,” he said.
Each time he left the room, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I smiled as I watched him go.
Once I was alone, I waited until I was certain he was in his library office before pulling out my cellphone. I instructed my assistant to prepare for my return the next day.
It had been a week since my accident, and although I was still aliv
