Prisoner in the Mirror

A devastating fire left me in a coma from severe oxygen deprivation. When I woke up, my vision was badly damaged — and i had retrograde amnesia.

Back home, a handsome, gentle man took my hand and told me he was my fiancé. That we have been together for three years.

Wedding photos covered the walls. A thick journal full of love letters sat on my nightstand. Even my parents sang his praises — almost desperately so.

I almost believed him. I almost convinced myself I'd simply forgotten the true love of my life.