James burst into the room, his voice raised. "What the hell is this?" he exclaimed.
I was sitting in my chair, caught off guard by his outburst. "Nothing, I'm tired leave." I replied calmly.
James didn't seem convinced, his eyes scanning the floor strewn with books. "You were tired and made this mess?" he questioned.
"Don't question further," I said, covering my eyes with my hand as if to block out the confusion swirling around me. Thoughts of the doctor flooded my mind. Did I really hire her? I usually had a knack for remembering faces, yet hers eluded me completely.
"James, do you remember who hired the doctor?" I asked, my voice strained. The blankness in my mind was maddening. I didn't recall anything, and it felt like a relentless ache in my chest. Why was this piece of information so important to me?
"Yes, it was you," he said calmly, picking up a book from the floor.
