The Stand In Wife's Revenge novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

After dropping the document, I sat back on the bed and gazed at it for some time feeling the weight leave my hands. A troubling voidin my chest had replaced the yearning that had once consumed me.

I was unable to dispose of the biting sensation and anxious vulnerability that was within me. I didn’t have a clue about the responses. My memory was blank… the file. Despite the fact that I had barely given it a look it felt important

But what was I meant to do with it? Finally,I forced myself out of bed and padded across the room barefoot feeling strangely detached from my body with every step as if I wasn’t giving this moment my whole attention.

I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.As my clothes slipped off my body, I felt both defenseless and uncovered.

I felt like a concealed power was overwhelming me from all that I was unable to remember and all that I didn’t understand.

I turned on the shower without giving it much thought and as I did so steam rose all around me. I felt a sudden wave of clarity as the water touched my

skin and the unexpected warmth brought me comfort.

With my eyes closed, I allowed the water to run down my body and drench my hair. Only the feel of the water against my skin seemed to remain for a

moment as the outside world–my confusion, the dream, the file–seemed to disappear.

I inhaled deeply attempting to center myself and concentrate. Perhaps the water would clear my mind of the questions I was unable to answer and the

residual fog. Perhaps the warmth of the shower would aid in my memory.

I washed my hair and rubbed my scalp with my fingers in the hopes that something would come loose–some memory that would explain everything. Yet

nothing appeared.

AI stood there my hands continued to wash my body but my thoughts were elsewhere. I couldn’t think of anything. Who was I? Like a whisper in the back

of my mind the thought struck me suddenly.

Although I had asked myself that question previously it felt different now. More immediate, more intensely desperate. Who am I?

For a long time, I stood there allowing the water to run over me while the steam swirled around me. I had no memory of anything. There was nothing to ding to, no history, no narrative, no parts of myself. Even though I had been in this body and in this place all along nothing about it felt like mine.

I reached for the soap and lathered it absently between my palms while continuing to think. I could not find my way, in all its meanings. I couldn’t recall my identity, what had happened to me or even why I was here.

Like sand through my fingers the fragments of my life–voices, images and memories–slipped through my mind and I was never able to fully grasp them.

Even though the shower seemed to go on forever I knew I couldn’t stay there for long. I turned off the water slowly and when it suddenly stopped there was an unsettling silence,

As I stepped out from the shower the air was heavy with steam swirling around me. I didn’t even try to get a towel. Instead until I got to the mirror I crossed the bathroom floor with my bare feet making wet marks on the cool tiles./

The only thing keeping me connected to the outside world was my heart pounding in my chest as I stood there for a moment gazing at my reflection.

I felt exposed and bare as I stood in front of the mirror but not in the way that most people would. No. I didn’t experience any vulnerability. I couldn’t explain or even comprehend the strange hollow emptiness that tore at my insides.

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Chapter 18

backed at my reflection, at the woman’s reflection. But, who am I? The question continued returning to me, heating in time with my pulse like a musical msabs 1 followed the shapes of my lips, eyes, facial structure and face.

This lady the wars me, right?

This face, this body was it me? However I was unfamiliar with her. She didn’t seem like me. I extended my hand and touched the mirror with my fingertips

enioving the chill of the glass against my flesh.

Though it felt like I could see my hand’s reflection, remote as though I were witnessing the events of another person’s life. Why couldn’t I remember? What was I missing? I leaned in closer, my breath hazing the mirror as I gazed more intently into my own eyes hoping to find something that would reveal my

identity

But nothing was present. No clarity. No unexpected flash of insight. I felt as though I was gazing into space looking for answers where none existed.

I shook my head feeling weak. My understanding weavered as I looked all the more carefully. Despite the fact that I didn’t have a clue about the person II

was gazing at, she was everything I feared to be. As though trying me to pose the inquiry again, my reflection looked back at me quiet and unfaltering.

I attempted to fit the pieces together yet it seemed like the response was barely too far like a riddle I was unable to tackle. I wanted to understand. I needed

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