15

“The informant here is Maria Zenaida Cabrera.”

I sank after hearing the name. Although that was a common name, I had known no one in that name. I then wondered if she was someone I knew before or someone I met in Japan.

“Yen, what happened to you? Why do you have this diagnosis?” Myrna wasn’t able to hold back her curiosity anymore. I knew she was already dying to know everything about me, but she just couldn’t dare to ask.

“I don’t know, either.”

“Do you still know everyone in your clan? Your friends, classmates, or neighbors?”

“Of course,” I replied curtly.

“Then what could be the basis of this diagnosis?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. How could I tell her I married in Japan and forgot about him after a few months?

“Then do you still remember when you were admitted?”

“Yes. I had fever and bod