Six Weeks of Loving You

The news reporters called it a disaster.The doctors called it a miracle.I could still walk. I could still talk. I could still remember every little detail about the train crash.Until I couldn't.Six weeks later, I lost my memory. I woke up believing that it was the morning of the accident.Six weeks after that, it happened again.I have retrograde amnesia. I've damaged a part of my brain which allows me to recall the recent past. In other words, I have an extremely limited short-term memory - six weeks to be exact. The train derailed eighteen months ago.I've relived that morning twelve times.When I meet Spencer Hale, I put up a huge fight. I won't let him in. I can't let him in. But with each day that passes, my walls begin to come down.I get one step closer to loving him. And one step closer to losing him.Welcome to the train wreck that is my life.