In the Frigid Apocalypse My Husband Lost His Wife With His Own Hands Chapter 06

In the Frigid Apocalypse My Husband Lost His Wife With His Own Hands Chapter 06

Ethan stared at the words.

“You’re not her.”

I wrote again:

I

[If I’m not Nora, why should I have to save someone in her place?]

He did not answer.

An alarm suddenly sounded in the room next door.

“Captain Mercer, Ms. Reed’s in cardiac arrest!”

Ethan immediately turned to leave. He paused briefly at the door.

“I’ll be back.”

The door locked behind him.

Half an hour later, the researchers wheeled in a containment pod.

Ethan stood at the far end of the corridor with an unconscious Sophie in his arms. An oxygen mask covered

her face.

I pounded on the glass.

“No… ra…”

It was the first time since the infection that I had managed to say my own name clearly.

Ethan stopped walking.

I tore open the front of my shirt, exposing the snowflake tattoo over my heart.

Ethan had tattooed it there himself two years earlier, after I underwent surgery to repair my heart.

He had told me that once snow fell into a river, it would never lose its way.

Ethan saw it.

The researcher’s expression changed too.

“Wait.”

A scanner was pressed to my temple.

The screen refreshed rapidly.

[Personhood continuity: 99.97%.]

[Emotional-response continuity: 100%.]

[Memory continuity across infection: no gaps detected.]

[Identity confirmed: Nora Hale.]

The corridor fell silent.

The researcher removed their glasses.

“It didn’t access her memories, and it isn’t mimicking her.”

“Captain Mercer, she is your wife.”

A second series of verification results immediately appeared.

[Nora Hale identity verification complete.]

[Spousal relationship reinstated.]

[Original household survival slot occupied. Reinstatement unavailable at this time.]

[Spousal emergency medical proxy authority automatically reinstated.]

I still was not allowed inside Haven, where my husband lived.

Yet his authority to decide what happened to my body and personhood had been restored before my own

right to survive.

I pressed my hand against the glass.

Ethan had finally recognized me.

The monitor attached to Sophie’s chest suddenly sounded a piercing alarm.

[Heart rate: 21.]