Dr Whittaker scribbled furiously on her notepad, looking up at either me or Buck before continuing with her frenzied scribbling. Her silence was driving me crazy, it felt like time was standing still while we sat there waiting to hear her diagnosis. As I started to pick the dirt out from under my nails again, Buck reached over and squeezed my knee. I smiled back at him, thankful he was here with me.
"Katarina" she finally spoke and both of us jerked our heads around to look at her. "As you know, you have a rare form of dissociative retrograde amnesia, which is purely a psychological response to the emotional shock from a traumatic experience."
"Will she get her memory back?"
"Mr Wilson, please just listen. It's only a temporary form of memory loss. We've been working on waking those dor
