Chapter 15
Charlotte
I stared out the window, the doctor’s voice echoing in the background. He was still talking and explaining, but I didn’t hear a thing. I had stopped listening when I heard the words ‘traumatic brain injury,’ and ‘damage to the inferior medial frontal lobe.’
Was this what an out-of-body experience felt like? Your mind drifting far from where your body was. Escaping. Fleeing. Eluding reality.
“Mrs. Mariano?”
I blinked.
“Mrs. Mariano?”
“Yes.” I lightly shook my head and glanced at the files in front of me.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Hillebrand asked. “I know this is a lot to take in.”
“I’m fine.” I swallowed. “Please continue.”
“It’s what we call confabulation. It’s like a type of memory error where gaps in memory are unconsciously filled with fabricated or distorted i
