I was diagnosed with progressive amnesia—I will forget everyone, including myself. My parents gave my inheritance to my adopted sister. My fiancé said I was faking it. My diary said “Never love Damien again,” but I couldn't remember why I cried. In a storm, my fiancé tricked me out of the car and drove off: “Since you love tantrums, reflect out here!” I stood on a deserted road, wanted to go home—but couldn't remember the address. Five years later, they searched like mad.
