Chapter: 18

The girl by the river.

“The problem regarding your memory is complicated,” The physician replies after a beat of silence in which he’d scrutinized me and I listen to him carefully, “Are you sure that you remember nothing? Nothing at all about your life?”

I shake my head regretfully, feeling utterly sad and sorry for myself, “Nothing. My mind is like a blank slate. I do not know my name, nor my age. I do not know where I come from. But I remember words, I remember how to talk, how to sit, how to eat and drink. All the …information, however, isn’t there.”

And I’m surprised at how I’m not panicking over this. I literally have no idea about myself, and everything around me is new and strange, and intimidating. But the panic isn’t settling in yet, instead, I feel like I’m still in a dream. Like at any given moment, I would wake up, and my life would get back to normal.

But what was normal? What was my life like? I got no idea.

I turn to sneak a glance at the blond man standing in the doorw