Waking up in a hospital is one thing. But waking up with no memories from is quite another thing. I was told my name. . I was told I was married. . He doesn't seem to want me around. Which is awkward since he and his friend are both doctors working with my amnesia problem. . The other doctor. And only friend. He seems to want to be in my company. And then there are the nightmares of my child being taken from me. Except, I was told I had a miscarriage - that no one wants to discuss. Let's not forget that the world was still recovering from finding out witches and faeries existed. By revealing themselves by publicly going to war with each other. Now I'm left trying to put the pieces together as they slowly come to me. And they aren't adding up. I need my memory back. I also need to figure out the dynamic with my husband and friend.