The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me
I told her about the seating arrangement.
Harper approaching from behind my chair.
The sudden absence of support.
The impact.
After that, my memory became fragmented.
I described the voices, the laughter, and Piper’s cries, while explaining that some later impressions had felt dreamlike and that I could not be sure of their sequence.
“That distinction helps,” Vega said.
“We can seek independent evidence for the timeline.”