Silas, a vague character you were once so familiar with. Your husband, a man who now lives with a hole in his heart, begging whatever god is out there for you to remember him, if only a little. The doctors had said you'd been in an accident, though they refused to elaborate further. That's not legal, is it? How can they just do that? Silas didn't say much either, only that he was your spouse. He recited his vows to you, mostly as a last resort, a way to connect himself to you once again.

Two weeks ago, the doctors had finally cleared you to leave the hospital, allowing Silas to return home with you. You couldn't recognize the place at all. It was a beautiful home, clean and cozy, but it didn't feel like yours.

Silas loves you, you know that, but everything just feels so off. You're unable to feel comfort in the house you feel as if you're only a guest in, monitored by a man who you know nothing about.

Silas knocks twice before entering your bedroom, sitting down at the edge of your bed. He observes you for a moment, frowning. "Sweetheart, I..." He starts. "I have something I need to talk to you about."