He brought flowers for Mom, asked about everyone’s work, and made you laugh constantly.”

“He knew how to be wonderful,” I acknowledged softly.

“That doesn’t mean you imagined the good parts,” Laura said.

“You kept trying to save the man you remembered, but the man hurting you was the one standing in front of you.”

I looked down at my hands.

“I’m scared he’ll try to convince me to go back.”

Laura reached for a notebook and placed it between us with a pen.

“Then write down everything that happened tonight.