When Dr. Farris had started that DVD, and Willa had started to watch, the last thing he expected was for Willa to remember anything. But she apparently had. She kept her gaze fastened to the screen where the hostage situation continued to play out. It seemed like such a simple exercise. Visual cues of a nightmare. But Willa kept repeating those two words as if it were a mantra. Or a warning. I remember. “What do you remember?” Dr. Farris asked, taking the words right out of Brandon’s mouth. Willa pressed her fingertips to both sides of her head and began to rock. Brandon went and sat beside her, then put his arm around her. “It’s okay.” He tried to assure her, but he had no way of knowing if that was true. “I remember the gunman taking me into the lab,” Willa said. Her voice was barely a whisper, and he could feel her trembling.
