Ch. 64 Where To Start

Asher

Since when is my life the plot for a really bad horror movie? And that’s part of the problem. Maybe it’s always been this way but I can’t fucking remember.

First, some guy comes to my home and tries to convince me we’re long lost twins, separated at birth or some shit, I don't know. Then my gentle, soft-spoken mate shows up and knocks him out. It’s like a bad dream I can’t wake up from.

Her actions in that moment and all that have followed since seem so unlike the woman I know. I’m racking my brain trying to recall anything from the past that would indicate she’s capable of such behavior but I’m coming up empty. And I mean completely empty.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Nissa asks when she notices the frown I’m wearing.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind. I can’t even remember how we met.” I admit, shaking my head to clear the fog.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re just overtired. You were meant to be resting when that crazy man invaded our home. Let’s get you back to bed.” She