CHAPTER SEVEN
Brian let me drive off first, so it wouldn’t appear we’d been together before meeting at Memory Makers. The rest of the day passed uneventfully with the same routine of breakfast, reading, exercise, lunch, music, TV, dinner, and movies. I avoided Brian but hoped that didn’t make me look as though I was hiding something. I observed the others, trying to spot some indication of who might have called me and why. Brian’s suggestion that my sister’s killer was among my fellow test members made no sense to me, but it frightened me just the same.
Dr. Murray and Dr. Grayson examined my journals with scrutiny. “You haven’t recorded much, Lauren,” Dr. Murray pointed out at the end of the day. “Are you sure this is all that happened to you yesterday? Have you had any flashbacks? At th
