Marcus and Sophia had known each other since they were knee-high to a grasshopper. They were childhood sweethearts, promised to each other from a young age.
Before the car accident, they had been married for a year. Sophia had given birth to their son, Tristan.
That was all Marcus knew. All the memory he had left after awakening from a coma that lasted three years. Despite medical intervention, his memory hadn't returned, and his legs were declared likely irreparable by the doctors.
A warm bath did not alleviate his exhaustion but instead induced a state of haziness.
Just then, a knock echoed from the bathroom door. Sophia's voice drifted in from the other side.
"Marcus, do you need a hand? I'm worried you might slip..."
"I'm fine. Just watch over Tristan."
Sophia hesitated at the locked door as her brow furrowed in concern. She had specifically asked him not to lock the door, and yet...
"Alright, just call me when you're done. I'll help you dry your hair."
"Alright."
...
When she exited the bathroom, a sense of disappointment washed over her as she saw Tristan remove his Batman mask, revealing his true face.
The boy was the spitting image of his father, down to the slightest detail.
After remembering her encounter with Ellinor outside, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Thank God Tristan was wearing his mask; otherwise, Ellinor would surely have recognized him.
"Hey! I'm hungry! I want food!"
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