CHAPTER 29
REPRESSED MEMORYJamie settled into the comfortable chair, adjusting for increased comfort as she listened to Octavia’s slow, soothing tone, drawing her into her inner world. She imagined floating on a cloud, disappearing further away from her present. Her muscles relaxed and eased into the visualisation as it drew her away from her conscious mind.
Jamie sat in a restaurant and wiped her mouth with a napkin while her mother and father talked between themselves. Half-way into her meal of pumpkin soup, she bit into her crusty bread, the crumbs falling onto the crisp, clean tablecloth, when a strange woman approached. She stared at her father with dark circles under her eyes and bruises around her cheeks. “I need your help, Marty,” the woman said.
Her mother lifted her head and w
