Who are you?
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
The lack of recognition whenever he looks at me...
The confusion whenever I bring up elements of our past relationship.
The change in him that I noticed and wracked my brain seeking answers to.
All this time, I thought he was playing a silly game. He really doesn’t remember me.
The knowledge is a lot more painful than I expected.
How? How did it happen?
The worst part is that I can’t ask them because I’m supposed to be Agatha. I should know why he’s the way he is.
I must look pale and stressed because Catherine asks, “Are you okay?”
I quickly regain my composure…or at least the little I have left and give her a watery smile, “I’m fine.”
Bethany’s words come rushing back with a new clarity. Agatha the psychologist is
