“Last Thanksgiving, Mom said I had to come home, and go back to Sheppard Pratt. Do more ECT, and get back on my meds. And I thought if I told you…” I shake my head, wishing I remembered any of this. “From the letter, it looks like I thought that if I told you that, you’d take it hard. So I just ghosted, with a plan to get in touch in a few weeks. I did a few sessions okay. And every time, I wrote your name on my arm. ‘Miller.’ I knew forgetting was a possible side effect. But since it didn’t happen before, I guess I wasn’t worried.
