Savannah
I sat perched on the edge of the armchair, clutching a pillow. Sweat coated my palms, dampening the pillow fabric.
I tried to calm the nerves gnawing at my stomach.
A car had just pulled into the driveway, sending a wave of panic through me.
I was about to meet the doctor who specialized in trauma and memory loss…the doctor who was supposed to fix a memory that was never lost.
I just hoped he would talk to me and listen without prescribing medication. They thought I was broken, malfunctioning, convinced that I was Sasha.
And now Xavier was trying to fix me.
What if the medication had side effects? What if it altered me and made me act out or spill every secret I’d buried?
My thoughts spun out of control just as Xavier came downstairs.
"Trust me, darling. He's going t
