Rachel Kerr.”
The woman staggered.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She laughed once.
A frightened, broken sound.
“No.”
“Rachel—”
“My name is Melissa.”
“That is what you were told.”
She stared at him.
“You told me.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Calvin’s jaw tightened.
“Because when you woke up after the crash, you had no idea who you were.”
The room became unbearably still.
Rachel touched her temple.
“No.”
“You had no identification. Severe memory loss. Facial reconstruction after the accident.”
I stared at Calvin.
“You gave her Melissa’s identity?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
“Because Samuel told me she was Melissa.”
Rachel backed into the wall.
“No.”
She shook her head over and over.
“I remember things.”
“Fragments,” Calvin said.
“I remember my wedding.”
“You remember photographs.”
“I remember Ava being born.”
“You remember stories I told you.”
Her face collapsed.
“Stop.”
“I’m sorry.”
“STOP.”
She covered her ears.
Ava looked terrified.
I carried
