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She shakes her head. “But that’s just it. I . . . don’t remember.”

My stomach knots. Is she trying to hurt me? “Don’t remember what exactly?”

“The last three years.” She bites her bottom lip and shrugs. “I have retrograde amnesia. For me, it’s like my life in Jackson Harbor didn’t even happen.”

I blink at her, half expecting this to be a bad joke, but she’s serious