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The car was rocking. An empty stomach twisted painfully, especially when the SUV, rushing away from the city, ran into a bump or pit.

The long-sleeve top, jeans, and comfortable loafers the nurse helped me put on were brand new and free of any fragrance other than store-bought, which of course meant nothing to me.

Husband ... Boris was sitting next to me in the back seat, occasionally throwing glances at me that I could not interpret. He did not say a word to me all the way, and the farther we drove away from the city in complete silence, the more anxious I became.

In the hospital, even blocking the fact of memory loss, I did not seem to fully understand what it meant, but outside the hospital walls, where they could help me, the emptiness inside began to press in a completely different way, and it seemed to me that I was simply being torn apart and at the same time shaking from side to side.

I didn't know what to expect, what to think. Apparently, my husband was a wealthy and authori