“She survived, but there’s no telling what the extent of the damages are until she wakes up,” a man says.
“Extent of the damages?” another man says.
“She was in a plane crash, Mr. Faraci. The chances of her experiencing some type of brain trauma are extremely high.”
“Brain trauma… What exactly do you mean by that, Doc?”
“I won’t know until she wakes up, but there is a high chance there could be some memory loss, disorientation, things of that nature.”
There’s a pause, then Mr. Faraci says, “Memory loss? Is that something that would be permanent?”
“Not necessarily, but again, I won’t know much until she wakes up.”
“I see… Well, I plan on staying with her until she does wake up,” he says.
“Since you know her, it might help if you speak to her. She might recognize your voice, and it’ll help her wake.”
“Got it, Doc.”
“I’ll leave you two, but let me know if you have any other questions.”
Footsteps make their way farther away from me until the click of a door latching echoes through the room.
“New plan,” Mr. Faraci says.
“Yes, sir?”
There’s another person.
“I need you to get with our guy and have a new identity made for Bianca.”
Who’s Bianca?
“Sir?”
“I want it prepared just in case what the doc said is true.”
“In case she has memory loss?”
He’s talking about me?
“Yes. I want everything set in place for when she wakes up, that way there aren’t any fucking questions as to who she is and where she came from.”
“Questions, sir?”
He sounds just as confused as I am.
“Yes,” he snaps. “I want an entire new identity made for her so I can finally make her mine the way she was always intended to be instead of that fucking loser husband of hers that’s now dead.”
I gasp and shoot up to a sitting position. The pain in my head intensifies, and I cry out.
The lights turn on, which has me cowering from the brightness.
“Too bright,” I say, then they’re lowered to a dim a moment later, and I realize I’m no longer in the library, but instead in my bed.
“Tesoro mio, are you okay?”
Ignazio’s arms find their way around my shoulders, but I wince. My entire body is telling me to run from him.
