LILY
Connor's hand wrapped around mine was the only certainty in my life at that moment. The only thing that gave me a feeling of safety and security.
I took another tissue and wiped my eyes: as I expected, it came off smeared with makeup. Surely I had been stupid to put it on that morning.
“You've been very brave,” Lisa said with a reassuring smile. “Not many people who have been through all of that would've been able to talk about it - especially in the way you did.”
That is, by pouring out everything I could remember. That had been the therapist's first request—to tell her everything I could remember about the k********g, Marcus, and my captivity, not necessarily in chronological order. The goal was to gather as many memories as possible, and then focus on the hidden ones.
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