Amnesiac

From James's shattered gaze (Tyler Nixon), darkness shatters as a brutal car wreck's roar yanks his eyes wide. Gasping, he scans the dim room, pulse hammering. There, Annie (Sovereign Syre) hovers bedside, her face a mask of tender concern, fingers brushing his fevered skin. Amnesia grips him tight; she whispers she's his devoted wife, vowing to cradle his broken mind until shadows lift. Days bleed into haze, James's recall a void, while Annie chains him to the bed with feigned care. Truth claws out: she scavenged him from the roadside wreckage of his hit-and-run stroll, dragging his battered body to her lair instead of mercy's hospital, her hands possessive on his wounds. She slips out for work, leaving him clawing at isolation. Internet dead, mocking his desperation. A framed shot snares him—him and Annie, grins locked in phony bliss on the mantel. Discord prickles; something's rotten in that perfect lie, but it dances just beyond grasp. Key rattles—Annie storms in, spinning tales of rural blackouts, no signal for ages. Before the crash, she'd nagged him to fix the damn line.