Page 270 - Anonymous
P. 270
The doctor looks over at Cohen.
“Baby, that was eight months ago.”
I laugh. This must be some kind of
joke. “What do you mean, Cohen?”
"You were in an accident, Sinclair,
and you've lost some of your memories
from this year in particular."
"That is impossible." I'm outraged.
"Why would you even say that?" I glare
at Cohen.
