"We were at the club when the shoot out began, everything happened so fast, the next thing that happened was me passing out in the arms of Lincoln, then I woke up later on in my room, that's all I know."
I tell the therapist and he nods as she sits comfortably on her couch.
"Lincoln is the father of the child you think?"
I swear therapy is the most boring s**t in the whole world. Whoever came up with the idea of people paying to tell some stranger their problems is insane.
This is like my second session after Melody and surprisingly Phoina convinced me this is the best way to get back my memories since no one has an idea where Lincoln is.
I haven't bothered to go to that address he gave me because, for one he might be lying and second I want to face him when at least I have a clue wha
