At their next session, Adrian leaned forward, locking eyes with Simon. “What did you do to me?”
Simon’s smile was infuriatingly calm. “Nothing you didn’t already agree to.”
“What does that mean?”
Simon tilted his head, studying Adrian like a puzzle piece that had fallen out of place. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Adrian swallowed hard. “Remember what?”
Simon chuckled softly. “Oh, Doctor. We’ve had this conversation before.”
The room felt smaller, the walls pressing in. Adrian’s pulse pounded in his ears. Had they?
Simon leaned in. “Tell me, Adrian… What’s the last thing you truly remember?”