CHIARA
I sat in stunned silence, trying to process the revelation. Massimo's words hung in the air like a challenge, daring me to confront the truth. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. My mind is reeling with questions and emotions. Why would my father do that? What memories were so bad he had to get them out of my head? I am guessing they are memories related to Massimo, but what really happened?
My mind racing, I thought back to my childhood, trying to recall any memories of a psychologist or doctor. But my memories seemed hazy, unclear.
Suddenly, a faint image flickered in my mind. A woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. I remembered sitting in her office, playing with toys while she talked to me in a soothing voice.
But the memory was fragmented, incomplete. I couldn't gra
