Poured herself another glass of wine, Mona drank it, and then said, "This therapy took a whole year, which is everything I told you in the Facebook chat room."
"My grandfather went to great lengths to have a sorcerer capture and alter Arthur's memory for three years, with the goal of making Arthur believe his gunshot wound occurred thirteen years ago, and that his mother died taking a bullet to save him. So, Audrey, this confusion of time is unrelated to any conspiracy."
Capture, alter?
No, no, no.
You never captured his memory, nor was his memory altered.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have told me: Protect your heart on the right side.
I was injured, I stayed because I knew clearly he must have had his reasons, this reason could be a scheme, could be a conspiracy, or could even be an earth-shattering secret.
However, I couldn't discuss this with him.
If it was discussable, since we had met privately and talked over the phone, he should have discussed it with me long ago.
