Through Shattered Glass by Lena Venti

Author:Lena Venti [Venti, Lena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mysteries/Thrillers
Published: 2021-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

PART II: CRIME OF TREASON

CHAPTER 13

Doctor Gully stares at me, waiting for me to answer her question. I already forgot about it. I stare out of her window, over a garden powdered with snow, with a frosted apple tree bigger than the garden. There’s no sun outside, only the dark gray clouds of a Friday winter morning. It’s cold in Doctor Samantha Gully’s office—my nose is still red from getting here. She’s my new therapist.

“Has the memory of your parents returned?” she asks again, insistent, tapping her pen on her file of wobbly papers.

I shake my head and purse my lips nervously. “I don’t think that’s really possible since they died when I was four years old.”

My fourth birthday, the first birthday I remember, is the day my parents died.

“What about your foster parents?” Samantha insists, seeing through the act that I really don’t want to talk about them.

A little after my trip to Paris, I saw the faces of Jeremy and Delilah Springfield in an old box underneath my bed, on some torn pictures I obviously never checked. I never remembered them. Not even to this day. They’re gone forever.

Samantha relaxes in her seat, her long neck obeying her torso as it merges with the velvet backrest. Her hair, blonder than mine, is strict and smooth. Don’t get me wrong, Samantha is a nice person. I just don’t like lingering too much on a memory I obviously don’t want to remember.

“Are you dating anyone?” she asks out of my silence, her tone implying I definitely am.

Gulp. I swallow my tongue. I don’t know how to answer. I have no wish whatsoever to talk about him, not today. He’s already too much on my mind.

She clears her throat to catch my attention again. “Liliana, you need to let me in. You need to let me help you.”

Enough! I scoff and stand up. “I’m sorry!” I exclaim, not feeling sorry at all. “I just don’t think our hypnosis sessions are going to bring me anything useful since I haven’t remembered anything new in six months!”

Samantha remains unmoved and motions for me to sit down. She waits for me to comply with her demand before addressing me again. “Perhaps we should take a break for a while,” she proposes, understanding of my demeanor. “Are you still in touch with your best friend?”

Béatrice. I haven’t heard from her in about…‌fourteen hours. We actually chat via text every day and call every other day. She’s still my bright beacon of light, even now, in this dark winter. I nod furtively to answer Samantha’s question before she asks yet another one.

“Maybe you’re right,” I say, because she actually is. “Maybe I need a break. I feel like I’m exhausting myself over this.”

Here I am, admitting I’m trying too hard. I’ve been breaking my neck over countless attempts to remember more. After Paris, I remembered everything about Béatrice, bits of my student life, teaching, those general things. Yet nothing from before, and nothing from…‌the Syndicate, or whatever that should mean to me.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.