CHAPTER 13
“I don’t believe you.” I’m irrational. None of this is her fault, but I’m consumed with an inexplicable hatred for Sandy. For her lies.
“You’re wrong,” I insist. “That’s not what happened.”
This isn’t like me. One second I’m starting to figure it out, feel like I’m actually starting to remember. And then this? I don’t know why I’m so angry at her either, but it’s not like there’s some sort of textbook to tell you how you’ll respond when someone comes in and cuts out three whole months of your life.
It makes absolutely no sense at all.
“Chris would have never done this to me,” I repeat, and Sandy’s holding me, letting me swat at her with my fists. I’m not trying to hurt her. At least I don’t think I am. It’s a little bit hard to think right now, so excuse me if I’m not actin
