Chapter 87

• DANI
• I felt an intense, vivid, irrevocable loss— it was earth-shattering and heartbreaking. It was a nightmare, yet the pain I felt was so real. I could feel it. Somewhere and a long time ago— I knew it was real— it happened.
• Why couldn’t I remember any of those memories? It still came and went, piece by piece. Why now? Where had they been all this time? Were those real, or were they just a part of the trauma, a part of a false memory that protected me from going insane?