By the time we reached the house, Valerie was by the window talking on her cell, she quickly ended the call before she ran toward me. "Thank God, you're okay," she said, sounding worried. The anxiety in her voice immediately gave me cause for concern, and I wondered what had happened to me. Valerie explained that she'd called Loretta who was on her way over to see us. That was even more confusing because I couldn't for the life of me remember why I'd left the house in the first place.
Once our therapist had been seated, she talked with Valerie about what had been going on while I listened. As Valerie started recalling the exercise, it came back to me again, and my breathing became labored as the memory I'd scratched from my mind became crystal clear.
"What's on your mind, Flynn?" Loretta gently probed.
I stared vacantly at them both for a minute then closed my eyes slowly and spoke, "I've remembered what happened that night."