During dinner, when my fiancé went to the bathroom, Pierre and Marie began speaking in French, assuming I couldn’t understand. As soon as they started talking, my face went pale.

When Antoine came back, I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Go upstairs and check under your bed in your childhood room. Trust me.”

He was confused but excused himself and went to his childhood bedroom. Then, I suddenly blacked out. I woke up in a hospital with Antoine by my side.