(Nisha)
The weirdest part of being back there was that I had no memory, no recollection of it. It was as if I was standing in another's life that I was trying so desperately to connect with, but the more I tried, the more empty I felt.
Pete pulled out a faded picture from his wallet of me and my mom and him when I was a child. It looked like me, it felt like me, but those people, my mother and Pete were strangers.
We went back to the house, and Cameron tried to give us space in the small room as Pete told stories and shared photos. Once you got him started, he barely stopped. He kept looking at me in awe as if he didn’t believe I was here, and if I were him, I might not have believed it myself. It seemed that he wanted to hug me; he kept reaching out and pulling back.
He knew he was
