"Then why do you treat me like a stranger?" I ask.
"Well... after the huge accident that happened to you I've told him that you died." She replys.
I look at her confusing, "What huge accident are you talking about?"
A tear slides down her cheek and holds on to me. "It's been 27 years since you been home and every night I been hopeing that you still been a live.That was until I saw Jack talking to you yesterday and i was to scared to talk to you."
I had a completly confused face "Ok what? You didn't answer my question. Why would you be scared of your own husband, and WHAT THE ********!? I'VE ONLY BEEN HERE A DAY AND I'VE BEEN KNOCKED OUT 3 TIMES ALREADY!?"
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