Chapter 27 Unlocking Memories

• The world before me isn’t real—and I know that. But it feels real.
• A little girl, maybe five or six, giggles as she runs barefoot through the tall grass, her wild hair bouncing behind her. She’s chasing a small white rabbit, her tiny hands reaching out with determination. The rabbit darts left, then right, and she squeals in delight before—thud—she trips and falls hard on her knees.
• “Ow!” she cries, her small hands scraping the ground as tears fill her wide eyes.