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He looked young for a deputy. Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I in high school?

Clear- ing my throat, I winced as the motion scratched and pulled. His smile strained. The knots started twist- ing more. That was how it felt.

My eyes started to tear up. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police cruisers. I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the seat and wrapped a coarse blanket around my shoulders.

Before he locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly. They were cold and sterile, smelling like disinfectant and desperation. Deputy Rhode left me once the doctors started a battery of tests.

My pupils were checked, X-rays were done, and my blood was taken. The nurses bandaged the side of my head and cleaned the numerous wounds. A nurse eventually wheeled in a cart laden with a set of ominous-looking instruments and a camera. Why was there a camera? She silently bagged my clothes after giving me a scratchy hospital gown to change into. She smiled when she looked at me, just as the deputy had. False and well practiced. They gave me the creeps.

It was even worse when she made me scoot down. A surge of embarrassment shocked me. This is so awkward. My breath caught. After a couple of minutes, tears streaked my cheeks.

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The nurse seemed used to it because she did her thing and left without say- ing another word. I curled up under the thin blanket, pulling my knees to my chest. I stayed like that, with my empty thoughts, until I fell asleep. I dreamed of falling—falling endlessly into the darkness, over and over again. There were screams—shrill sounds that raised the tiny hairs on my body—and then nothing but a soft, lulling sound I found comforting.

Upon waking the following morning, I decided to start small. What was my name? I had to have one, but there was nothing I could grasp onto. Rolling onto my back, I yelped as the IV pulled on my hand.

Beside me, there was a plastic cup of water. I sat up slowly and grabbed the cup. It shook in my hand, sloshing water over the blanket. Water—there was something about water. Dark, oily water. I liked him. His smile was genu- ine, fatherly. I just want to ask you a few questions. The answer to all his ques- tions was the same: I knew that answer! Weston nodded approvingly. Do you know what year it is?

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What is the last day you remember? You were dehydrated when they brought you in. Can you try again? Dragging the IV behind me like baggage, I stared at a stranger in the mirror. But it was mine.

I leaned forward, inspecting the reflec- tion. Coppery hair hung in clumps around a slightly sharp chin. My cheekbones were high and my eyes were a cross between brown and green. I had a small nose.

That was good news. The skin was scuffed on my chin. Like a giant raspberry stain. I pushed away from the sink, pulling my IV back into the tiny room. Raised voices outside the closed door halted my attempts to get back into the bed. Weston explained patiently. These things are hard to predict. Weston cleared his throat.

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You need to calm down. Weston paused. And we checked there. Right, Steven? I backed away from the door and climbed into the bed.

My heart was pounding again. Who were these people, and why were they here? I pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. I caught bits and pieces of what the doctor was saying. Something about suffering an extreme shock combined with dehydration and the concussion—a medical perfect storm, where my brain had dis- sociated from my personal identity. Sounded complicated. She still has her personal memories. She may never find them. Where did I put the file?

Then the door swung open, and I shrank back as this woman—this force to be reckoned with—stormed into my room. Her deep russet—colored hair was pulled into an elegant twist, exposing an angular but beautiful face. I glanced at the doctor. He nodded reassuringly. Nope, still nothing. The woman came closer.

Golden bangles hung from each of her slender wrists, and she reached out, wrapping her arms around me. She smelled like freesia. The woman glanced over her shoulder. The strange man looked pale, shaken. His dark hair was a mess. Thick stubble covered his handsome face. Compared to this woman, he was a barely contained disaster.

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I stared until he turned away, rubbing a shaky hand down his cheek. Weston came to the bedside. And this is Steven Franco, your father. My gaze darted between the people.

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