The man by the window turned around quickly, his face filled with concern, but I still didn’t recognize him. “Scarlett, you’re finally awake!” he said, stepping closer to the bed.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“It’s me, Ben. Your boyfriend,” he said gently. He took my hand, his touch unfamiliar. “The doctor said you might have some memory gaps from the head injury, but we’ll get through this together,” he added, kissing my hand.

“Do you remember who you are?” the officer asked.

“Yes, but it feels like there are gaps,” I replied.

“Do you remember how you ended up in the hospital?” he asked again.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t remember.”

The officer sighed. “A week ago, you reported that a man was following you. We couldn’t find evidence then. Two days ago, you called again, saying someone was chasing you. We believe you fell and hit your head while escaping, and the man fled. We found you unconscious.”