How does one explain the absence of a memory, a gaping hole in life that has suddenly come back? Its impact could be felt in any number of ways, although it was becoming clear that they were mostly negative. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” Alma said, scrambling for the right thing to say and finally settling on the truth: “But I can’t explain it. I can only say that Lucie trusted me with her story. If you can, just try and see something good in all of it. You have her memory back.”
Thats a crazy thing to go and say
