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Caroline's grasp, my

tiny, triumphant smile played on her lips before she expertly repla

spital room opened and a doct

act with me and rushed to him. "Doc

ional sympathy. "Mr. Harrison is stable. He sustained a blow to the head, and while there

course. How predictable. Ho

ontinued. "You can go in, but

ctor and into the room. They physically shouldered me

closing around the phone in my pocket. Th

wrapped around his head, a perfect prop. His face was pale, h

hand, her face a mask of tear-streaked devotion

side, stroking his hair. "

of faint, groggy recognition on his face. Then, his

m seemed to ho

splay of confusion. He looked at me as if I were a co

as quiet, but it cut throug

who are you? D

augh out loud. The anger that had been simmering inside

e, panicked eyes. "Doctor, you see? He doesn't

ssic presentation of post-traumatic selective amnesia," he announced with grave authority. "It

air, thick and poisonous. *I

a tissue, her gaze on me filled

for doctor-had created a perfect, airtight narrative. They were casti

m as he held Jessica's hand, as he soaked up his

en I f

s than half a second long. A flash of calculation. Of relief. It was the look of

uffering fr

king it.

st ember of the woman who had loved him, was e