I was born with hyperthymesia and can remember every detail of every second of my life. This gift made me a legend in the police force, but also the loneliest monster alive. Then I took on the “Red Wedding Dress Bride” serial murder case. Every victim was dressed in a bloodstained wedding gown, wearing a peaceful smile. The crime scenes were flawless: no fingerprints, no fibers, no witnesses, not even a motive.
On my thirteen-hundredth review of the crime scene photos, I finally spotted the only thing out of place: the curve of the victims’ smiles was exactly the same as the expression in my mirror. And the next victim is my wife, whom I just married.
