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Between wondering what happened to Greg, and obsessing about how I was going to confront Megan to admit her guilt, record it and come out alive, I was dangerously in overload. Walking to the office early at sunrise, I pondered how science maintained the brain, can hold an unlimited amount of information, and even expand by growing additional cells if needed. Still, at thirty-five I was convinced my head was already filled to the brim and could not take in one more bit of information without first removing something to make room. There were all of my life experiences retained in my memory bank, most of it shoved into the far recesses not readily accessible but taking up space. I had to juggle the case histories of my patients, be familiar with their current conflicts, and where they wer
