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Camille

A chill rushes over me. "What do you mean? What did she do to me?"

"Even though she wasn't ethically allowed to be your therapist, she gave you medication to stop you from remembering."

I cover my mouth, holding in the wave of shock that's ripping me apart. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Only God knows how hard I tried to remember, but I was never going to be able to because Mira was suppressing my memories with medication. I was such a fool to believe she was the person she portrayed to be. She was never the fucking motherly figure. All along, she was my enemy.

"You allowed her to do that to me."

"I had no choice. She did everything she could to control our lives and make sure you didn't remember what happened. But the nightmares were always a worry even when they went away."

"She told me it was my brain's way of trying to remember."

"It was, and we feared you'd see something to trigger those memories. Or you'd just remember everything by some miracle. The whole thing torm