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After the accident, everything felt foreign. Andrew says he's my husband, and the photos on the wall seem to prove it—smiling faces, shared vacations, a life I can't recall. But in his eyes, sometimes I catch a flicker of something unreadable. Is it concern, or something else? The doctors say memory loss can distort reality, but my instincts whisper warnings. Can I rebuild a life on a foundation of someone else's memories? Or is the truth hidden in the gaps he refuses to fill?
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