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“I was unconscious for two days?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, you were in a coma,” he confirmed.
Anxiety settled in my chest. Something about Ben didn’t feel right. What if he was lying about being my boyfriend? What if he was the one following me? I needed to speak to the officer alone. “Ben, could you give us a moment?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
Ben looked surprised but nodded. “Sure. I’ll step out,” he said, leaving the room.
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I turned to the officer. “I don’t know why, but I don’t trust him,” I confessed. “What if he’s the one who was following me?”
The officer’s expression grew serious. “We’ve checked Ben thoroughly. He really is your boyfriend. It’s not unusual to feel unsure after a head injury.”
“But something doesn’t feel right,” I insisted, anxiety gripping me.
The officer pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote down a number. “Here’s my personal number. If anything makes you uncomfortable, call me,” he said.
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I looked at the paper, feeling a small sense of relief. “Thank you,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Officer Ryan,” he replied before leaving the room.
Ben returned, but the anxiety didn’t leave me. I kept glancing at the number Officer Ryan gave me. Something still felt off, and I knew I had to stay cautious.
A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital, but my memory still hadn’t come back. Ben drove me to what he said was our apartment. As we walked inside, I felt a strange familiarity and confusion.
