Chapter 9

Reality fractured around Adrian as he stumbled back. Simon wasn’t the patient. He was. The memories he had lost weren’t stolen—they were hidden. By himself. Flashes of therapy sessions, of restraints, of doctors in white coats. Simon wasn’t the anomaly. Adrian was. “You remember now, don’t you?” Simon whispered. Adrian fell to his knees, hands clutching his head. The walls of his mind were collapsing, and beneath them, the truth was waiting.