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    “Memory fragments have been surfacing with increasing frequency. Most feel utterly foreign to me. I can’t determine if they’re genuine recollections or merely constructions of my imagination.”


    Jewell lowered himself onto the sofa beside her. “Based on my assessment, the memory fragments you’re experiencing likely correspond to actual events. Complete fabrication seems improbable. That said, certain details within those memories might contain distortions.”


    Ste’s brow creased. “So they exist in some middle ground—neither entirely false nor entirely urate?”


    Jewell dipped his head in confirmation.


    “Then how do I separate truth from fiction? How do I determine which portions hold uracy?”


    Jewell lifted his shoulders in a helpless gesture. “Unfortunately, differentiation isn’t possible at your current stage. The only paths forward involve eitherplete memory restoration or consulting individuals who genuinely knew you before the amnesia.”


    Despair washed over Ste.


    She couldn’t bear the thought of those fragmented memories ambushing her consciousness again.


    Jewell registered the frustration etched across Ste’s features and moved to reassure her. “Don’t let the flood of memories overwhelming your mind cause you distress. Their presence actually signals positive progress in your recovery. For the time being, set aside any concerns about whether they’re genuine.”


    His reassuring words eased some of the tension knotted in Ste’s chest.


    Throughout the following hour, Jewell guided her through a hypnosis session, and the oues proved reasonably encouraging.


    Once the session concluded, Ste posed a tentative question. “Dr. Vance, there’s something I need to ask you. Are you aware that William suffers from an anxiety disorder?”


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    Jewell’s hands stilled mid-motion as he gathered his equipment, his gaze lifting to meet hers. “When did this develop?”


    “You weren’t aware? I’ve witnessed two episodes recently. He destroyed everything within reach and spiraled into extreme agitation. Has he suffered some kind of trauma? You mentioned his disappearancesting over a month—did something terrible ur during that period?”


    Jewell’s expression grew distant as he sank into contemtion.


    His investigation into William’s whereabouts during that missing month had never ceased. Unfortunately, every lead had dead-ended, yielding nothing. Learning about the severity of William’s anxiety from Ste deepened his concern considerably.


    “Dr. Vance, I’ve attempted to convince him to seek professional help, but he’s shown resistance. Given your friendship with him, perhaps your words would carry more weight than mine.”


    A weary smile tugged at Jewell’s mouth.


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