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Fourteen?
What was I doing when I was fourteen?
I scrambled through my memories, but all my mind returned was a dry, lifeless string of text. The text sai
that at fourteen, I was Logan’s deskmate in high school.
But I couldn’t picture Logan’s face from back then. I couldn’t remember the school we attended. I couldn‘
recall a single teacher.
With a dawning horror, I realized I had no real memories.
Damian must have noticed my distress. He raised his hand and gently pressed it to the crown of my head.
“Don’t think about it,” he said. “Let me tell you.”
He handed me a piece of paper. I was a doctor, but as I stared at the report, I couldn’t seem to grasp it.
meaning,
