NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

With each day that passed, I got better, but only physically, though.

It seemed like the healthier my body got, with each wound that got healed, and each broken bone that got reset, that I raced farther away from remembering anything. My mind was still as blank as an unused canvas.

Day after day, the doctor, the one who was an expert in trauma incidents, and some nurses walked into the room and tried various methods to help me recover, but all to no avail. They made ...