After Eden went back to bed, Abby opened her computer and sat motionless in her chair, gazing at her laptop’s screen. Long-lost memories were floating to the surface of her consciousness. She could feel them emerging, lone fragments—a bowl of soup in the mess hall, the laughter of her biological parents when she said something funny, her Sunday dress stretched on her bed, so white and clean. But behind those glimpses, she knew that other memories lurked. Not the ones she’d forgotten but the ones she’d repressed, pushing them into a dark corner in her mind. Now that the dam was cracking, they’d
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