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the adjoining room.

And my phone was recording beneath my pillow.

I looked straight into my husband’s eyes.

Then I stopped pretending.

“I remember the ravine.”

Grant’s face changed instantly.

Celeste recovered first.

“Memory after trauma can be unreliable,” she said quickly. “The doctors explained that.”

“I remember hearing your voice.”

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