Michael's Wife

She was sitting in a desert at dawn, but for the moment, she couldn't think why. — Carefully now, not wanting to disturb her aching head more than necessary, she got to her feet, placing her weight on one tingling foot and then the other. She searched the ground around her, not knowing exactly what she looked for- a purse, a jacket, some belonging. But there was nothing.

And then it hit her, with almost a physical blow. Fear, full-blown, unmistakable.

Somebody wanted to kill her. She did not know who or why. but what was even more terrifying was the fact that she didn't know who she was!