Gritting my teeth, I flopped onto the floor to catch my breath and think, and not about Ramsey Sullivan. We could never do that again. I couldn't be with him because my memory wasn't lying. I could never erase what I saw even if he wasn't a murderer. That moment in time had shaped and molded me with immovable parts, and it couldn't be undone.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Now that the king of distractions had left, everything had come flooding back. The worry, the unbelievable pain ...