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I Don't Remember Anything

by Solène Réault

She woke up with five years of her life wiped away. Her husband won her back, day after day, like the first time. But someone at her bedside was praying she would never remember.

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Inès is thirty-four. She is a sworn court interpreter at the courthouse in Namur: for ten years she has listened to people lie and translated their lies without batting an eyelid.

One Monday in September she wakes up in intensive care at Godinne. A hand is holding hers, there is a scent of orange blossom, a nurse's voice: “Stay with me, Inès.” Nine days earlier, on the road along the Meuse, a car pushed hers down the embankment, then drove off. A man comes in, crying, and holds out a hand with a wedding ring on it. She looks at him and says: “I don't remember anything.”

The man is Antoine, her husband, a strawberry grower in Wépion. Patient and tender, he shows her their house above the greenhouses and sets out to win her back. But Inès's wedding ring has disappeared, a suitcase was waiting in her car, and on the back of a restaurant receipt, in her own handwriting, there are four words: “Tomorrow I tell him.”

A lover who swears they were leaving together, a husband who lies about his night, a nurse who knows too much. Who pushed her off the road? And what is left of a love you can't remember?

Contains explicit love scenes between adults and scenes of violence.