The hostile memories suddenly stopped attacking.
They pulled back. Gave me space to breathe. I stood there with my shields up, confused about why they'd retreated.
Then the mindscape shifted again.
I found myself standing in Andrea's apartment. The real one, not the corrupted version. Everything looked exactly as it had three years ago when I first woke from the coma.
Andrea was sitting on the couch. Crying. Her face buried in her hands. I recognized this moment immediately.
The day after I woke up. The day after doctors told her I'd survived but had no memory of the accident that killed my parents.
I watched as memory-Andrea pulled out her phone and stared at a photo of my parents smiling at the camera.The people she'd lost.
"How am I supposed to do this?" she whispered to the empt
