Tapping into the screen-mirroring system, I scan her recent search.
My knees threaten to buckle.
Jenny.
Jenny is… dead?
No.
That’s not possible.
I would have known. I would have seen something.
Emily opens a text chain. It appears on my screen just as my own would, as her conversation is mirrored onto mine.
Emily:Can I stay at yours tonight? No questions asked.
The reply is immediate.
Carina:Of course.
I steady myself against the wall outside Emily’s building. I never left. And she’s already planning to run.
I can’t let that happen.
My fists clench, muscles trembling.
I take a step, ready to storm inside—to confront her.
But my legs give out.
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I Did Something Bad
Emily's Search History: Differentiating between repressed memories and dissociative amnesia
Emily
Icancelmyafternoonappointments, then rush out of my office.
“I’m heading home. Not feeling well,” I tell Kayla, waving as I go.
The door crashes open and I stumble down the steps. I’m opening my phone to call an Uber when a masculine groan stops me cold.
Snapping my head to the side, I’m confronted by Eli—his back pressed to the wall as he rocks back and forth. Nonsensical mumbles spill from his lips.
My body locks up. I don’t know what to do.
The part of me that’s terrified of him wars with the part of my heart that’s hopelessly in love with the broken man before me.
My feet unfreeze and I crouch in front of him—care winning out.
“Eli,” I coax softly.
He doesn’t respond.
I place a hand on his arm.