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CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
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ELENA’S POVHis question had thrown me off board because I couldn’t tell how much of his memory he had gotten back. Even when I switched his drugs to vitamin C, that way, we would live together as one. I tilted my head, hiding my fear behind the smile I had on. “Of course, babe. That was before the accident.” I lied and awaited anything else, but weirdly, he didn’t say anything.He tried the other two, and I finally chose one. Somehow, it felt like he wasn’t involved in the planning of our wedding, but I was at least glad Mother had been able to convince him not to push it off until he regained his memory.Something I would make sure never happened.As we drove home, my mind kept returning to the room, and I immediately knew I had to get rid of everything in it. ****Night had slowly crept in, and finally, the tension had subsided. The feeling that he was suspecting me had drifted off. “Here,” I said, stretching the drugged water towards him while he sat on the new laptop we had go
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