KNOX
To be honest, I didn't understand what Grandma Clarice was getting at. Her words were clear enough, yet I still couldn't grasp their meaning.
Oleander being a twin did not add up. She was the only girl child I knew from that family, and if she had been a twin, the other child could have died in the massacre. Even so, I had never seen anyone who looked like her. I had watched her closely, closely enough to know I would have noticed.
Maybe they weren't in this city. Maybe they were somewhere else. But if someone like her was influencing everything happening to Oleander here… no.
I shook my head. It made no sense at all.
"I hope that isn't the case," Grandma Clarice said, breaking into my thoughts. "Sometimes, when someone goes through trauma at that level, especially while being at the mercy of an abductor and forced to endure things they never wanted, the mind tries to protect itself. It shields itself from further damage, and that can feel like amnesia."
Could it?
