“You can’t go in there.”
“Why?”
Neiva’s body remains poised as her venomous voice lashes at me, “I have to spell it out for you, don’t I? You don’t know that this woman is Priya. My sources say she is dead yet you believe otherwise. There is no logic in that, solely feeling.”
“True. Have you considered that your sources are wrong? I can prove it.”
“No. Because the fact remains that if this is Priya, she went through Rehabilitation, Jax. Gaslighting is their main form of torture. She’s not going to remember you at all. If she does, it won’t be good.”
“You don’t know that.” I hope she is wrong.
“Look. I may be assuming the worst but with good reason, Jax. I used to work there. I’ve witnessed what that place does to people. They are never the same. Tiny fragments of their minds are stri
