LANE
“I don’t understand,” my father says, and I repeat that Leonie and Nevada are real. I tell him that we were all in the same place.
“That Nevada woman told me I was found in a dinghy in the ocean by a fisherman and his granddaughter. I had six bullet wounds and burn scars. She told me there were also signs of arson on the dinghy and that she was the one who received me at the hospital.
I tell my father the name of the village as well as that doctor's name, Jun–the doctor who confined us all to that asylum-like facility.
My father stands up and approaches me. He tells me, as William did, that I am having hallucinations, but I stop him before he can say anything more. I didn’t hallucinate any of this.
I have no idea how I got there, but I remember everything vividly. I recall wa
