Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal

of man who saw the world in black and white, in facts and evidence. He and David had been best friends in college, an inseparable duo, until a bitter

of roasted beans in the air. I told him everything, the words tumbling out of me in

e. He didn't interrupt. When I was done, a wreck of te

"Selective amnesia is real. The trauma of the crash could have created a firewall, blocki

xplanation. It was clinical,

sked, my voice s

tized brain might have just latched onto her as a source of safety, a new anchor point."

ah Miller. You're one of the most brilliant architects in the city. You're beautiful, you're strong. Th

lf return. He was right. I had built a career, a

k," I whispered. "The

lways loved the drama. He loves being the center of the universe. Remember how he'd

in college. I remembered flying to San Francisco for one night just to apologize for a misu

otten the love, but his personality, his ego, it's still there. He's pushing you away beca

, one that fit the David I knew, the man-child I had loved

s we got up to leave. "He'll get tired of the n

t. Mark had given me a new blueprint, a plan of action. David didn't need a wif