From now on I will update the story whenever a new chapter is finished. I realized that my life does not allow a regular update on certain days.

Chapter 8

It was Kevin who picked Kim up from the hospital a few days later.

" Hey Burgess, ready to go home?" he asked as he reached for her bag.

Kim just nodded. She was just glad to get out of here. To sleep in a real bed again, to not be surrounded by the smell of disinfectant. And so she forced a smile out of herself.

She just couldn't explain the odd feeling that Kevins words caused to build up inside of her. As well as the feeling of disappointment. It was as if Kim had expected someone other than her best friend to pick her up. Well, someone she didn't even know who it could be.

And while riding in Kevin's car, Kim leaned her head against the passenger side window.

It had taken a lot of her energy to do all the thinking over the last few days. Kim had kept trying to remember the things she'd forgotten - that Hailey and Adam were a couple, that Jay and she were now partners, that Kevin had a girlfriend - but Kim had no memory of any of it. So what else was there that she had forgotten? I mean, all the things her team hadn't told her? So far, Kim hadn't checked her phone. Something had stopped her from reaching for her phone as soon as she got her personal belongings and checking her recent messages and photos.

On the one hand there was curiosity, wondering what she had forgotten, and on the other hand there was somehow fear. Fear that one of her memories might not be to her liking. But what could be more terrifying than catching Adam and Hailey kissing?

Kim sighed.

"Are you okay?" Kevin asked worriedly.

"Yeah, no, I don't know," Kim confessed.

"It's driving you crazy that you can't remember?"

Kim nodded. She felt like there was something she needed to remember. Something important. Something special. Only what was it?

And that feeling didn't leave her when Kim was finally in her apartment.

Kim stood in the middle of the room and looked around.

Here, everything was as it always was, and yet it was so unfamiliar to her. The magazine she loved to read was on the coffee table. Her coffee cup was in the sink. On the table in the kitchen was a bouquet of fresh flowers. Her favorite flowers.

Everything was as it always was. And yet, Kim hesitated. And this hesitation was also noticed by Kevin, who had been carrying her bag.

"Kim?"

She turned and looked into Kevin's worried face.

"I know this is my apartment. But somehow it doesn't feel right. Like, yeah, like I don't belong here anymore," Kim voiced out loud what she was feeling.

Well, Kevin pondered what to say to her. He knew Kim and to trust her instincts. Plus, he knew that Kim had seemed happy over the past few months. Well, was there perhaps a man in Kim's life that no one knew about? A man she spent most of her time with? And is that why her apartment felt so different to Kim? Because she hadn't been here in ages?

Kevin looked around Kim's apartment. There was nothing. Nothing that gave him a clue as to what might have triggered this feeling for Kim. Everything was exactly the same as the last time he had been in Kim's apartment. Four months ago.

That was the moment when Kevin realized that he had last entered Kim's apartment a long time ago. So it was possible that there might actually be clues here about something, about someone. But he didn't see any photos - at least none that showed Kim together with a man. There were no typical men's magazines, and nothing else really to indicate that there was a man in Kim's life. No second cup in the sink, nor a jacket for a man on the hook behind the door, nor men's shoes.

Then again, what was it exactly that made Kim feel this way?

"Kim," Kevin began, unsure if he should ask her.

But Kim didn't respond to his words, it was as if she didn't hear him at all. She continued to look around her apartment. Slowly, she walked across the room to her bedroom.

Again, everything was as she remembered it - right down to the book on her nightstand. However, when Kim picked it up, she noticed that there was a photo stuck between the pages. Curious, she opened the book at all, only to close it again immediately.

No! That could not be! Or could it? NO!

Kim refused to think about it. However, this photo could be the answer. The answer to the many questions she had. The only thing was, it might have been a moment she'd rather not have known the answer to. The moment in which she would have preferred not to know the truth. At least, if this was the truth.

Although she had only briefly glanced at the photo, she had immediately recognized the man in the photo. The man who had held her in his arms. The one who had smiled at her. Looking at her with a look of love.

Hank Voight.