Sally
Three days had passed since that sultry encounter with Colby. Not a minute—no, not even a second—went by without me remembering his touch, his kisses, our passionate fucking...
"Ah!" I screamed in pain as the knife I was using to chop onions on the kitchen counter sliced through my hand.
Mia rushed to my side, her hand gripping her phone, her eyes locked on me. She looked utterly shocked, and it wasn't just because I had cut myself, with blood running down my wounded finger, but because I had audibly screamed.
Damn it! Ever since that night of my dissociative amnesia with fugue, I had been making sounds I wasn't used to. I had kept quiet for so long, concealing my voice, so why was this happening now?
"Hmm... What was that?" Mia asked, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
I simply
