The first time I laid eyes on Pashov, we resonated. I was happy and in love, and we were raising a beautiful child together. All of that was torn apart when the world shook. My mate nearly died. He woke up from his coma... but he can´t remember me. Or our son. Every memory of the past two years is gone. And that changes everything between us. How can I love someone who doesn´t remember me? How can I not when I know he´s still my mate underneath it all?