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Rachel Rossano

“You’re thinner, weaker, more worn, and subdued.” His eyes compared me to a woman I doubted ever existed.

I adjusted my shoulders. “Superficial stuff.”

“True,” he admitted. “But it goes deeper. What can you remember?”

I recoiled. That was one area I refused to share, especially with him, a disconcerting stranger. He represented just the sort I didn’t want to expose myself to. One who would point out the insanity of not remembering anything before his appearance.

“Go away.”

“No.” The rumble of his voice gentled.“Myah, I won’t go away.”

“Who is Myah?” I demanded.

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