That night, Jessica lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as though it might offer some explanation for the chaos her life had become. The day had been too full, too strange, and her mind refused to settle.
She thought about Sebastian and his sudden fury at dinner. The way he had reacted to the entire conversation, the way he had stormed out and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the walls. He had never spoken to her like that before. Not once in three years. Was that just jealousy?
Later, she thought about Odelia's words. What if he's right? You don't remember anything from before three years ago, Sid. What if you are her?
Jessica rolled onto her side and let out a long breath.
