The next day, I had an appointment to a neuropsychiatrist, Dr. Travis. He was young and seemed warm. He was already smiling at me when I came in the office. I was in a wheelchair, accompanied by the nurse when I came to his clinic which was also inside the hospital I was confined in.
Last night, I asked the nurse where I am. She told me that I am in Las Vegas. Damien told me we’re from Chicago. So what am I doing here in Vegas?
Speaking of Damien, he didn’t come back this morning since walking out. I wonder where he went. I admit that it was a little offensive for me to ask him about my ex but I should get an excuse because I was just trying to remember my past.
And besides, I want to remember him too. He said he’s my husband but I have not felt anything towards him. His posture and a
