Danielle POV
It’s strange how just hearing him say he believes me, and knowing he actually means it, eases something inside me that I did not even realize had been clenched tight for years.
“Okay,” Knox says, voice calm and steady beside me, “let’s get this list made. Give me the names of people you were friends with or spent time around in the months leading up to your attack. Men and women, anyone you might have been close to.”
I offer a small, tired smile and shake my head. “That’s not going to be easy, Knox. I don’t remember anything from the six months before it happened.”
“Then just give me the names you do remember. Anyone who stands out, anyone you spent time with, even if it was casual.”
I sigh and settle back, pulling the blanket around me as I try to think. Slowly, I begin
