After all, it was so exciting to see long-lost friends and faces, yet as fast as they’d appear-they’d fade away. Then without warning, the people before her would morph into other faces, and she’d forget her vow of silence and speak. With time, that decision became easier and easier-the faceless people’s words rarely penetrated her bubble. In an effort to refrain from revealing anything she shouldn’t, Claire chose to not speak. Whether it was her memories, their history, or what she wanted to eat, she wouldn’t divulge. She no longer questioned what constituted private information. With each inquiry, she’d hear his voice, “Divulging private information is still forbidden.” Now, whether she deserved to be or not-she was protected. He told her the offer of a psychiatric facility was to protect her. Claire remembered every word-every syllable he’d ever said.
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