CORRIE

I stepped back a bit and suddenly I was in my red dress and memories of the ferry flood in me. I remember Salem was shot and crippled.

I looked around feelings of anger and hurt seep inside me.

Anger that he erased my memories without my permission. Hurt that I couldn't even hate him and at the same time I could never really grieve him.

He was bruised in front of me as well but I guess because he was in my memories, he had the galls to still be standing even in his predicament.

I avoid looking at him. He's partially the reason I'm here but I...