“Why can’t I remember everything...?”

Evelyn sat on the floor of her apartment, her back against the wall, her breath shallow. The room was dark, the curtains drawn, and only the light from her phone illuminated her pale face. Her hand clutched her phone tightly—still no reply from William. She had sent more than ten messages, all left on read or simply ignored.

> William, please listen to me…

That wasn’t me…

Something was wrong that night…

I wasn’t conscious…

Not a single response.

Her eyes were swollen—not from tears alone, but from the growing pain that was slowly morphing into something else—resolve.

She closed her eyes. Faint fragments of...