Memories. That was Dr. Jergenson’s focus. Ever since I admitted I remembered almost nothing from before my rescue, that’s all she talked about. Sometimes I made up stories. Perhaps they were memories. Wasn’t a memory just a story, anyway?
“You’re distracted,” Jergenson commented. I shifted on the sofa, the leather sticking to my thighs.
“No, I’m not.”
Jergenson was a neuropsychiatrist who specialized in people with brain injuries. “Have more memories returned?” she asked.
I shrugged. I considered mentioning Fish Mouth or hearing Alyx’s voice and wondered how she’d react.
“Did it ever occur to you that part of you, that scared little girl inside, doesn’t want to remember?”
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