Blood ran through my hair and dripped onto the cold iron chair. On the big screen, scenes jumped around. One moment it showed a classroom, the next a stream, then the mountain.
They were all happy memories of me, Ivana and Lizzy together.
But still, there was no memory of the night Lizzy was attacked.
The crowd started to whisper. Even the live chat was filled with questions.
[What’s going on? Why isn’t there any memory of that night?]
[Didn’t Lizzy say this woman saw the rapist?]
Ivana frowned and turned to her tech team. “What’s going on? Why can’t we find the memory of the rapist?”
One of the techs wiped his forehead and stammered, “Ms. Sinclair, she... she seems to be fighting the system. She’s refusing to let that memory be pulled.”
“What? Fighting the system?” Ivana’s face went hard. Her sharp gaze immediately turned toward me.
She slammed her hand on the table as she shouted, “Selina! Even now, you’re still resisting? Who is that monster you’re protecting so badly?”
Ten years ago, Ivana had shouted the same words at me. After Lizzy’s note was made public, everyone started to turn against me. They all wanted to know who the rapist was.