Chapter 86

• As I sat at the table by the pool area, next to Michele Nicaso, with the bottle of antipsychotic medication before me, a sense of restlessness settled in my chest.
• Not only did I not remember being married to Michele, but now I was being instructed to take a medication that could further compromise my memory. I looked at the bottle in my hands, internally debating the next step.
• “For how long am I supposed to take this medication?” I asked Michele, striving to keep calm.