Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.
It suggested that Marcus and Vanessa had misled him.
It claimed he had been acting out of concern.
Then, halfway down the second page, came a sentence so familiar that I felt physically cold: Sofia has always had a tendency to imagine the worst when she is tired.
I handed it back to Priya.
“That’s all he has left,” I said.
“He needs me to doubt my own memory.”
Priya studied me.