[Psychological Suspense × Identity Reversals × Deeply Devoted Undercover Agent × Two Male Supporting Characters]
Within one week, five strangers sat down in my counseling chair.
The first said, "Do you remember that fire?"
The second said, "The night wind was cold when it blew past that address."
The third said, "Not a single survivor could escape."
The fourth said, "Everyone who remembers the truth has to die."
The fifth said, "Remembering the past is the beginning of suicide."
I'm a therapist. My job every day is to sit in my chair and listen to people talk. But these five weren't telling their own stories. They were telling mine.
Three years ago, I knelt at the scene of a fire and listened to him speak for the last three minutes of his life. Then someone knocked me unconscious and erased my memories. He died. At least, I thought he had.
Three years later, a photographer came into my life. When he made yuan-yang milk tea, he'd wait for the water to cool to eighty-five degrees. When he cooked, he automatically avoided the things I didn't eat. I fell asleep in his car every single time. My cat would roll over and show him its belly. Ever since that person disappeared, the cat had never warmed up to anyone.
