Beside me, I felt Elio go very still. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. If I looked at him, I would see the worry in his eyes, the fear, the questions he was too afraid to ask. And if I saw those things, I might start to cry, and I wasn't sure I would be able to stop.
"Yes," I admitted quietly. The word felt like a confession. "There are things I don't remember. Things I think I should remember."
Dr. Chen's expression didn't change, but something in her gaze sharpened with attention. She set her tablet down on the bedside table, the gesture deliberate, as if she wanted me to know that I had her full focus now. "Can you tell me more about that?"
I stared at my hands.
