Chapter 12.

After a good night's sleep, what woke me up was a knock on the door, a crisp female voice sounded, [Ethel, awake?] [Come in,] I rubbed my aching head, blushing a little, and barely managed to pull out a smile, [Morning.] [Why do you look so pale?] Hannah brings breakfast in, concerned. [Had a dream that seemed like something from my past, kind of a headache.] [And do you remember what the dream was?] [I think I was at an upscale club, drinking and talking to a group of people whose faces I couldn't see, and calling the guy in charge ...... Mr. Leonard?] The excitement on the doll's face fleeting, Hannah joyfully pulls out many pictures from her coat pocket, [You're a harbinger of recovered memories! Great!"] I am weak, [you seem happy?] Hannah paused inconspicuously, then whirled into a smile, [Of course I'm happy for you that you got your memory back, so you can find your family!] Spreading the same kind smile, I looked at the picture in her hand with questions in my eyes. H