Morgan tried to press the satisfied smile from her lips. “All right. Give me your hands.”
Jacqueline carefully rested her palms atop Morgan’s. She grasped her hands lightly, noting the slight tremble. She looked up, into Jacqueline’s eyes, and said forcefully, “You’re not afraid of me.”
Instantly, the trembling stopped. Jacqueline’s face went slack. Her eyes hazed. All the tension went out of her body.
“Tell me your name.”
“Jacqueline Anne Dolan.” Her voice was faraway, to match the look in her eyes.
“And what is my name?”
“Morgan Montgomery Luna,” she repeated dutifully.
“Correct. Very good. Now, Jacqueline, I want you to remember your life. I want you to remove any blocks you may have constructed around your memory, and tell me where you were born.”
“Boston,” said Jacqueline ins
