In Elijah’s office, he directed Gabriella to lay on a brown, button-tuft chaise lounge, her head propped up with a throw pillow, while he leaned against the front of his desk. The change in seating set her a little on edge; she tried to be inconspicuous as she breathed in Blaez’s scent on the hoodie’s collar.
“After speaking with Grace, she agreed you were ready,” he prefaced. “I wanted to do something a little different today than just talking if that’s alright with you?”
Gabriella sniffed the sweatshirt again. “What is it?”
“I want to see if we can figure out what’s happened to you in those three months that you don’t remember.” He paused, letting her settle with that information before saying, “I will be doing something that can be most easily explained as a memory w
