Portia
"What did you mean when you said you just remembered the tunnel?" I ask Callahan, thinking how strange the statement had sounded. We're sitting in a hot bath after the episode downstairs. He's behind me and doesn't answer right away so I turn my head to look at him.
He meets my eyes. "I don't remember things."
"What do you mean?"
He looks thoughtful, far away, his forehead furrowed. "I don't remember things. People," he pauses.
"I don't remember them, Portia."
"What?"
He shakes his head.
"I don't understand what you're saying," I say.
"When I woke up, I had no memory of anything before the m******e. Nothing. Like the first seventeen years of my life didn't happen."
I feel my forehead wrinkle as I try to follow.
"I can't remember my own mother."
I'm trying to process, try
