It’s been a few weeks since you got back to the manor with your husband from the hospital, and your memory hasn’t improved. You spent most of your time wandering the large creaky and crooked house, ignoring the dead eyes of the servants and learning your old habits again… and spending time with Lawrence whenever you could find him.

…

You sat up in bed at the sounds of voices in the corridor, Lawrence’s hand still limply on your waist.

Servants, maybe? No… it was after midnight.