Because suddenly pieces are sliding together inside my head so violently it feels like my skull might split open.
The migraines.
The missing memories.
The strange flashes I could never explain.
The panic attacks whenever I heard certain frequencies.
The way I somehow knew how to stabilize trauma victims faster than I should’ve.
Like instinct.
Like conditioning.
No.
No no no—
Clay cups my face hard enough to force my focus onto him.
“Hannah.”
His eyes lock onto mine.
Steady.
Solid.
Real.
“Stay here with me.”
The words drag me back from the edge.
Barely.
I suck in a shaking breath.
“I know him.”
Silence.
Even Gabriel goes still.
Clay’s thumb brushes my cheek once.
“Who?”
My mouth goes dry.
“I don’t remember his name.”
The confession tears through me.
“I should,” I whisper. “I know I should.”
The speaker crackles softly.
