If He Doesn’t Know Me, We’re Strangers

After a severe car crash three years ago, Tristan developed a bizarre condition. Every seven days, his memory would reset, wiping away every trace of his past.

For three long years, I exhausted every resource, spent every penny, and begged every specialist to help him recover.

But then, my best friend Brooke and I were involved in another terrible car accident. We were rushed to the same emergency room, side by side.

As I lay semi-conscious on a cold, metal gurney, my vision blurred by blood, I heard Tristan’s voice.