Chroma.
“You know it’s strange, but I can’t seem to remember anything at all.” Robert heard the door shut behind him, and he stood in the entryway looking lost. “Is that so?” said a voice from farther in the room. “Yes,” Robert said, with brow furrowed. “In fact, when I said that, I couldn’t even remember my own name, believe it or not.” Charlotte looked around the corner, raising an eyebrow at him. “I hope you haven’t forgotten mine.” “Charlotte! Of course,” Robert laughed under his breath. “Now that you mention it, it almost feels like I didn’t know it at first. And…damndest thing, but I can’t remember where we are.” “My hotel room,” Charlotte said, leading him in by the wrist. Robert looked at the cream-colored carpet, wide bed, and heavy curtains pulled tight over …