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The screams pour out of me as I watch her ablaze and Kevin grabs me.

He throws me over his shoulder and runs with me. He shoves me in a car and we drive.

More gun fire comes then the car crashes and blackness slams into my mind.

That ball of light shatters around me. Fragments splinter everywhere, and I'm screaming and screaming and screaming.

I jump right out of the terror and into Virgo’s arms.

He’s holding me but I feel like I want to run out of my skin.

The memory has racked my brain so hard that my nose bleeds.

And I continue screaming.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Virgo

Dr. Belmont offers me a look of sympathy. I know he feels the same guilt I do. He's just arrived at my house. It's been three days since Olivia remembered the attack and her parents' death. We go into my office and sit opposite each other.

"How is she?" Dr. Belmont asks.

I shake my head. "Not good. I know everything was set up the proper way, but I feel like I pushed her too hard. Maybe we shouldn't have gone back into her mind so soon.”

“For that, I am to blame.” He inclines his head and presses his lips together. “But what we did wasn't too soon. From the first time Olivia started getting her memories back, I suspected they would start coming back faster. She started remembering sequences of events that happened in the run-up to the attack. They all seemed to be very specific events that meant something to her, like her birthday in Florence and you getting the house for her. I felt it was better for her to be in a contained environment rather than on the road somewhere where she would be weakened if she had that memory of the attack on her own or just with you where you might not have known what to do.”

“ I guess so.” I have to agree.

Olivia was so hysterical. She had to be injected with medication to calm her. Was only way we could get her to stop screaming. I'll never forget the way she looked with blood pouring from her nose.

I've never seen anyone break down like that and I didn't want it to happen to her. It was only the day before yesterday that she was able to talk about what she saw and as she told me one horrific detail after another, I realized exactly why it took her so long to remember what happened.

We were fairing that she'd go into lockdown mode, but she was already there. She'd been in lockdown mode for the last two and a half years. Maybe that dream of hers where she's searching through the darkness was her mind telling her that she had to find me to get help.

It was only through me and the closeness of our relationship that everything else was unlocked.

"What now?" I ask, thinking about the other things I need to factor. “She can’t have another session like that.”

“No. We’re going to take things back to basics again.”

“Okay. It's clear that memory stick is what the enemy was after.” We’ve decided to leave it where it is for the moment.

“Yes. I would definitely say so.”

“Our problem now is that although we know what happened andwhyit happened, we still don't know who did it.” I've also found nothing on my father.

“I suggest you continue keeping information to a minimum."

I'm already nodding before he finishes that sentence. If I knew nothing else, I knew that. “I'm going to speak to Olivia about that.” The only other person I know she would tell is Amelia and it's better if no one knows.

“Good. I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you.”

“I'll be on standby, but I'll set up an appointment for next week. We can have it here."

“Thanks, and thank you for the work you've done.”