Chapter 220
- My head was splitting, cracked open and raw, like a nerve laid bare. Desperately, I scoured my fractured
- memory for anything that might bring clarity, anything familiar. It was like flipping through old photographs—some blurred and indistinct, others startlingly crisp, too vivid to be real.
- I remembered the night it all went dark, the night I lost my memory. Dad and I had gone camping,