“From what I’ve observed of our stories not aligning, I think it might have been used. What else impacts memories like that? You believe your version as adamantly as I believe mine. Either we both forgot, or one of us is lying. You didn’t detect deception from me, and unless you’ve figured out how to lie, you cannot tell me something that isn’t true.” Axton’s expression was impossible to read. But I swore there was a flicker of excitement. “If neither one of us is lying,” I pressed, “then how do you account for that discrepancy?”
