The Edge of Reality
Dr. House remained silent, her usual sharp demeanor present, but she made no effort to interject.
Instead, it was the psychiatrist who addressed me, her tone measured, careful, yet undeniably firm.
“It seems the most important messages are still lingering in your memory, Mishele.”
She studied me, her eyes steady and filled with something I couldn’t quite define.
“Now, I need you to understand something.”
She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into something softer, yet full of certainty.
“What I’m about to tell you is the truth. There is no lie in my words. And I assure you—your position here is more important than you realize.”
A sharp pain bloomed behind my eyes, a throbbing headache forming like an unseen force pressing into my skull.
The pressure l
