She seemed to blush when she realized that he was watching her write.
“I have, um, trouble remembering things,” she said in a tone that made it sound much worse than an ordinary memory problem.
Or maybe it seemed that way to Marish because he already knew that it was no ordinary memory problem.
“Fair enough,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “You should use whatever works for you to help remember things. I was just surprised to see you use pen and paper rather than a phone or a tablet computer.”
She shook her head. “Phones and tablets are easily stolen. Or...tampered with. When I see a note in my handwriting on a page in this book, I know that it is most likely what I wanted to say at the time.”
“Miss Itana,” Marish said as gently as he could. “This didn’t start with your kidnappi
