u was the

ood outside the sleek, minimalist house I had designed, the house where I was supposed to build a future with my fiancé

ime, I would fi

ht, after the tears and the screaming, she would use her skills on me. She' d sit me down, her voice calm and soothing, her instruments humming softly, and she would erase the memory. She would snip awa

was her unwitting subject. She built our love on a foundation of lies, and I kept living in it, clueless. I

e a small gathering with her closest friends. I had been working late, finalizing a project I was proud of, a project I th

laughing. And there she was. Vivian, looking radiant in a white dress, was backed into a corner by Kyle. He had his hand

r even through the glass. She was boasting. I couldn't hear the words, but I knew what she was saying. She was telling him not to worry. She was telling him that I,

It was the casual cruelty, the abso

n. He' d discovered a unique physiological condition in my brain, a side

re... it won' t just take the bad memory. It could take everything associated with it. The tent

This would be

ues, my eyes locked on her. I saw them in the kitchen, a half-empty bottle of expensive champagne on the counter between them. Kyle' s arm

been interrupted. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume and his cologne, a sickening mix. The wh

across his face. He didn't move his arm from Vi

e said, his voice drip

professional calm settled back over her face. She smoothed her dress,

arly," she said, her vo

eir faces were a mixture of pity and morbid curiosity. They had seen this show before too, mayb

we go

r Et

so wrapped aro

isolated in a prison of erased memories, and everyone else had a front-row seat to my humiliation. I looked at Vivian, the woman