Alexander
“On a scale of one to ten, how high do you think is the trust you can give me?”
When Rebecca, the sudden visitor asked my wife that, I glared at her but just saw her looking at her with a smirk. “I won’t answer a question that’s not supported by anything.” saying that, this woman beside me just slowly nodded before shrugging it off.
“Touché.”
Ever since my wife woke up, I’ve been continuously bugged by the worries that people might trigger her to recall her bad memories, or if people will tell her lies to corrupt her currently blank memory lane, or if I will encounter a question that have an answer that’s too sensitive for her since she just woke up.
And now that a devil incarnate named Rebecca visited her without ant precaution at all, the worries that I’ve been trying to
