Uncertainty

|Ace’s POV|

“How is this possible?” I urge the doctor to reply in a hushed manner as I stand just outside of the room where Meera is currently napping.

She believes that we are currently 2 years in the past, just before everything went to hell.

The doctor turns his head to look inside from the panelled window in the wall of her room and sighs, “Mr. Harrington your wife received severe trauma to the head. And from the kind of wound that has been inflicted upon her, it is quite possible for the patient’s memory to be altered. And earlier on you were too…erratic…for me to ask this question, but dare I know what exactly happened to Mrs. Harrington?” He asks with a fearful expression on his face before asking, “you wouldn’t happen to be the cause behind this…would you, Mr. Harrington?”

I feel shame overtaking my expressions as I realise how easy it is for anyone to believe that I am the one behind the bruises on Meera’s body.

And in reality, I actually am. I am the cause behind al