you walked into his study room with a cup of coffee and you saw your husband at his desk, focusing on his paperwork.

"Ryan.." you spoke softly as you put the cup on the desk carefully and kissed his cheek before massaging his shoulders.

you noticed that he didn't give any reaction, lately he's been behaving differently and strangely than the Ryan you know. you then noticed that he wrote with his left hand, since when he used his left hand to write?

he wasn't Ryan, he was Ray..