Chapter 37
I don’t know why exactly, but that pressed some button, retrieved a memory from deep in my mind. The name is Kerry. The name is Kerry. The name is Kerry.
I was back in my dream, I could see it all clearly right in front of me, so vivid and real. I knew immediately that this was not a dream, but my actual memory of what had really happened.
I was wildly drunk, but not quite as drunk as I had always remembered being. One thing I could suddenly remember now was the decision to forget, a deep decision, an unconscious decision, and yet one hundred percent deliberate.
I slammed the heavy door of the Freehold open from sheer joie de vivre, and the sound it made was so loud it echoed despite the rain.
A heavy raindrop hit my forehead, and then several more raindrops in quick succes
