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My last line of defense…

“Ethan,” Lucy said again, her voice still tinged with panic “What’s my name?”

“Lucy, we need to get out of here,” Ithe room for my clothes Confusion took over as I tried to remember where I was and then alike that, flash after flash, until I was sure I was going to be sick again “Not safe,” I ht and I sluainst the pillow “I’m sorry…should have kept you safe”

I felt s my face as the blanket was drawn up to my chin I was die of consciousness so I couldn’t find the strength to respond

“Ethan, what’s my name?”

I wanted to laugh, but I knew no sound ca me that?

“Ethan, please, tell me my name”

I forcedon the bed next to me

“Lucy Palmer,” I said tiredly

“What day of the week is it?”

That required ht We’d arrived on a Wednesday…the saain found us

God, was that just yesterday?