LEILA'S POV
I raised my hair up, away from my shoulders, tied it in a ponytail. Then I massaged my neck in an attempt to get rid of the kink there. I got to my feet and moved around the room. From time to time, I swiped my phone, reading a new page in the article. After about five minutes of this, I hit the power button on the phone and tossed it onto the table. A glance at the clock made me start a little when I realized I had been doing internet searches for the better part of an hour.
For the last couple of days after my last seizure, I had been torn between two lines of reasoning. The larger and more rational part of me was convinced that I what I thought I had seen and heard, had been nothing but a figment of my imagination or a side effect of hitting my head too hard. That was why
