ADRIAN'S POV
Gabe. A name foreign to me. It is myself before the hypnotherapy wants to call me. At least, it is now. Before, apparently, it was Adrian. It’s been a year since I landed in Norway, a year of crisp air, stunning fjords, and a life pieced back together from fragments. Six months since the hypnotherapy that was supposed to help me recover from… something. Ten years of memories, gone. Erased. Poof.
I haven't pushed to get them back. There’s a reason my brain locked them away, a protective mechanism, I figured. Best to leave sleeping dogs lie, right? Except… the hollowness. It’s always there, a low thrumming ache in my chest, a feeling of incompleteness that no amount of Norwegian waffles or midnight sun can quite fill.
"He's gone, Adrian! Finally!" Gayle was practically bouncing off the sofa in her living room, her dark curls a chaotic halo around her head. "Dr. Olsen is gone! Fired! Lawsuit pending! Maybe even a revoked license! Can you believe it?"
I grinned, the genuine r
