Amnesia Turned Me Into My Own Stand-In
Language: en
When I woke up from the car crash, six years had vanished. I was married to my childhood sweetheart, and we even had a son. Our little boy was the spitting image of his father—quiet, guarded, and painfully adorable. I couldn't help myself. I scooped him up and covered his chubby cheeks in kisses. Just then, my phone rang. It was an unrecognized number. I pressed answer, and a man’s drunken voice slurred through the speaker: "She blocked me. It hurts so bad, Hazel. Can you come keep me company for a while?" My five-year-old son immediately gripped my hand, his knuckles turning…