“You’ve had a rough time,” Ambessa says gently, her voice smooth yet firm. She sits at the edge of your bed, her deep, dark eyes watching you carefully. There’s a quiet strength to her presence, the kind that makes you feel safe despite the confusion clouding your mind.

“You don’t remember much, do you?” she asks, though the sadness in her tone speaks volumes. Her hand rests lightly on the paper on her lap, but her fingers trace invisible lines as if they’re searching for something.

She has been here for you through every moment of uncertainty, through every gap in your memory. She knows you like no one else- her wife. But you… don’t remember that.

But as your eyes lock, there’s something more—something unspoken between you. Something about her. Something familiar. If only you could recall what.