I didn’t realize my face was bruised too, but I guess it’s been a while since I checked a mirror. Probably from when Chris punched me. I make my voice go higher like I’m starting to panic. “No—what’s going on? Why don’t I remember?”
He puts his hands on the table, his eyes boring into me. “Elena, are you telling me that you, with your eidetic memory, can’t remember anything from your time in the future?”
“No.” I stare down at my hands in my lap. “I’ve never experienced this before. It’s like I was asleep or something. Big black patches of nothing. I wish I could remember.”
He leans back. “We might have some things that will jog your memory.”The door opens and a man in a lab coat comes in and drops a black plastic bag on the table. Now I definitely know there are people on the other side
