Chapter 114: Lillian’s Memory Gaps

Lillian had always known there were empty rooms inside her mind. She had learned to live around them, the way one learned the shape of a house in the dark. You did not question the missing doors. You simply learned not to reach for them.

She had never spoken of it in detail. Not to Catherine. Not to anyone who had tried to be gentle about her past. The story was simple and sufficient. Adopted at six. Records sealed.