Detective Harding sat across from Sarah, his expre

asured. "We know about your history. The

as... a long time ago. I got help. I was

d, not unkindly, but with a clear implication. "

the fear that she wasn't truly well,

trembled. "It wasn't like that. I

e detective, began to sprout in her own mind. What if she had blacked

a haze of questioning, accusations, and

expressing his profound grief and his belief

who suggested

g, his voice heavy with feigned concern. "Maybe he can hel

reputation, whispers of past malprac

question her own sanity, agreed to the evaluation. She

n overly soothing voice. He listened to Sarah

ry gaps, Sarah," he said, his tone sympathetic. "Sometimes, u

ery effective tool for recovering lost memories. It m

ypnosis sounded ex

he truth was locked away inside her

what really happened?" sh

Dr. Peterson said, his smil

an end to the torment of

erson's voice droned on, soft and persuasive. He gui

, hazy and distorted. Lily's

ful prompting, new images began

. She felt an inexplicable rage, a dark impulse.

.. the ac

detailed, so sickeningly

r out of the hypnosis, Sarah

rds tearing from her throat. "Oh g

y was absolute. She believed it.