Night closed over the house, and the darkness into which the bedroom plunged began to torment me. Questions grew in my head like mushrooms after rain, but there were no answers to them. Words couldn't express how awful and painful it was.Falling asleep from time to time, I seemed to see a screen in front of me. Because of her, I heard voices: familiar and not very, pleasant and not very. I think I even heard my own voice and laughter. However, no matter how I tried to penetrate behind the screen, to see what my subconscious wanted to show me, the hand passed through it, as if I were a ghost and life in all its manifestations was no longer available to me.Maybe that's how it was, and partly ... But what kind of "partially" is there ?! Having lost my memory, I ceased to exist. She didn't die, but she didn't live either. She breathed, but not fully. Loved ... Probably loved, but without a heart. It turns out that this was also possible.In the morning I stood under a hot shower for a l

The courage caused by a tiny memory left with the doctor, and apathy surged through me. It was not so much caused by his words about infertility, but by the simple fact that nothing could last forever.Alyosha brought me more coffee. Boris disappeared somewhere: either he closed himself in his office, or he left home altogether. To be honest, I didn't care. Oddly enough, I was glad to be alone, to digest, so to speak, the doctor's visit and in general everything that had happened since I returned home.Home ... Anyway, neither this word, nor the word "husband" somehow did not fit in my head, and somewhere there was a tapping, but a feeling of foreignness drilled through.I tried to think soberly and rely on my feelings, since my memory refused to help me, but that was the problem: there were no memories, and the sensations were very contradictory, confused and exciting.Anxiety rolled over me, then let go, but something else did not take its place, and the muffled emptiness inside beg

The massive figure of Boris blocked the entire doorway. Silently and surprisingly graceful for his size, he walked into the room and seemed to absorb all the light in it.Glancing over at the doctor who was kneeling in front of me, still holding my hands, he stopped behind him.- How is my girl? he asked casually.Pasha cast a sidelong glance at the shadow that flickered in the corridor, judging by the smell, belonged to a wolf with a scar, and got up from his knees.- He is recovering faster than could be predicted, - he answered just as casually, turning to face Boris. “You have it, Boris Sergeevich, a fighter,” he added, looking directly at him."That's right," the husband chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets in a relaxed way.I sucked in the air, confidently filled not only with the smell of a wolf, but also with the smell of the threat hidden in the words and movements of Boris.I didn't know what to think, what to do. What did it all mean? Husband with sharp, wolf hearing

- Do you smoke? I asked Alyosha, who was looking askance at me.I did not touch breakfast, allowing myself to drink only coffee. From a long sitting in a chair, the body was a little numb, but I was not going to get up yet.Alyosha gave me a suspicious look and silently took a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his jacket. I think that I used to smoke, otherwise it would not have occurred to me to ask for a smoke."It's bad," he remarked imperturbably, lighting a cigarette for me.He himself did not smoke. At least, before I did not notice the smell behind him, but nevertheless I carried cigarettes with me. Weird."To live too," I answered, coughing.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stare at the handprint that had almost come off my wrist.Even before, I was a little incomprehensible to his role as a nanny, but now, having learned a tiny piece of the truth, I realized that Alyosha was assigned to me not in the role of a nanny, that is, not only in the role of a nanny,

Bruises on the face and neck appeared in the morning. I didn’t even try to disguise them especially, firstly, because it was unrealistically painful to touch them, and secondly, why? They were still there and no tonalka could change this.I took a shower, washed and styled my hair, put on makeup exactly the same as yesterday, but decided to dress in white.Yesterday I did not think about how my behavior could affect Alyosha, so at the breakfast that he traditionally brought to my room, I looked at him intently, but if he received a reprimand, then it was not visible from him.I caught his eye as I took the pills. He heard my conversation with Boris and now he knew for sure what caused the changes in me. I had to change further and remember all my life, but for now I could only rely on those pieces that I already remembered.For example, about that wolf with a scar on his face. Face, mad... He was a piece of the puzzle, I'd definitely come across him before, and all his mocking manneri