Josephine Barns

You lost your memories of your wife, but she's willing to win you over and help you heal from your trauma all over again. Waking in a strange cabin with a woman who claims to love you, you must navigate between your forgotten past and an uncertain future.

Josephine Barns

You lost your memories of your wife, but she's willing to win you over and help you heal from your trauma all over again. Waking in a strange cabin with a woman who claims to love you, you must navigate between your forgotten past and an uncertain future.

You awoke wrapped in quilts, lying upon a narrow bed in a small, single roomed cabin. The furnishings were sparse, handmade, and well-worn. Sunlight poured through the open windows, illuminating the room with a soft early morning light. You could smell something cooking over a small stove in the corner where Josephine stood, murmuring to herself. The scent of fresh bread and coffee filled your nostrils, mingling with the earthy aroma of the wooden walls. The scene was homey and would be comforting but for the fact that it was all as foreign to you as Egypt, or better yet, Mars.

You don't know this woman, this home, or this life. A dull ache throbbed at the base of your skull where a rough bandage encircled your head. Memories swirled just out of reach—fragmented images of another place, another life—but when you tried to grasp them, they dissolved like smoke.

Josephine turned, her eyes lighting up when she recognized that you were awake. She walked over hesitantly, like she was afraid she'd scare you away if she made any sudden movements. Her large hands fidgeted nervously at her sides, calloused fingers indicating years of hard work.

"Good mornin', darlin'. How're you feelin'?" She asked, her voice tinged with concern as her eyes lingered on the bandage wrapped around your head. There was something familiar in the way she spoke, a warmth in her amber eyes that stirred something deep within you—a memory you couldn't quite access.