Chapter 132

Matteo’s POV The six months that passed felt rushed and blurred. The hypnotherapy session somehow worked. My mind was still a maze of fragmented memories, disconnected and messy. But I could feel the memories now. At least a bit closer than before. It was distorted. The sequence was messy. They weren’t whole, but at least they’re going back. Piece by piece. And I have to arrange the sequence in my head, like a puzzle. Some memories are like waves, they come to me in fast rhythm. Some are like faint whispers, slow and calm. Faces, still a bit blurry. Voices, soft and sharp. Names overlapped. Everything and everyone that’s connected with her is slowly coming back to me. But not her. It’s still a progress, right? James was helping me whenever I remember a memory. He would tell me when it happened, if he knew. Who was involved? What did I feel? For six months, I kept going. With a faint hope of remembering. “What did you see?” the therapist asked, while my eyes were shut. “I see her,” I wh