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Chapter Eight: Remembering Family Secrets
Every time my memory is sparked and I remember something, a panic attack will probably occur, unless I am asleep. This is what the doctor said, along with the obvious fact that all my memories wouldn’t return at once, but in little bits and pieces. I’m not sure I want to remember everything in Amelia’s memories. I pushed the humungous black sunglasses farther up my nose. Travelling back to Amelia’s family house was something that needed to be kept low profile, both for the safety of my life, and my reputation. Seeing a journalist or paparazzi would be deadly. I would know, since I had kept my eyes peeled most of my life for a glimpse of a celebrity and a chance of gossip… That life seemed so far away now. The car stopped in front of a modest bungalow. My heart rate was above the usual
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