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y were waiting for me to break. To scream, to cry, to protest. To pl

e upset. The doctor said his memory might come back in time." It was an offer of a b

de, her eyes gleaming. She was sa

expression carefully blank, waiting for

one with th

ssica's smug one, and finally to the man in

ly spoke, was calm and

said, my tone even, "then

was as if I had thrown a grenade

confusion on his face froze, repla

smile faltered. This

less, the condescending words

each my eyes. "Mr. Harrison," I said, the formal address a deliberate cut.

words sink in. "I wish

cknowledge her would be to give her a power

nd gave a polite, dismis

ard the door, my spine straight, my steps measured

re remembering the role he was supposed to be playing. A wave of irritation and a feeling I

a fight, tears, a messy scene she could manage. Sh

used, my hand on the hand

oud enough for them all to hear. "I have a ha

losing it softly behind me, shutting them

inally allowed myself to breathe. My lungs burned. My hand in m

ar escaped and s

n I used to be. The naive, trusting fo

n that hos

ace, someone