I relocated from the apartment to a small house I had purchased for myself.
Darren and Vivie were set to tie the knot the following day.
They might have discussed wedding plans during his amnesia, and the preparations were completed swiftly.
Since Darren's parents had died in a car crash years earlier, the wedding arrangements were less complicated.
The night before the ceremony, Ned and Juan paid me a visit.
They bemoaned the cruelty of fate while feeling uneasy about attending tomorrow's event.
Juan had a visible injury on his mouth. I learned he'd confronted Darren earlier that day, resulting in a physical altercation.
I retrieved my first-aid kit and carefully treated his wound. "Try to control your temper in the future."
I discarded the used cotton swab and began organizing the medical supplies.
"His attitude infuriates me. You've devoted years to him, so how can he just forget everything?" Juan was still seething as he broached the subject.