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Unable to stomach saying the word ‘okay’ even one more time when I feel anything but, I simply nod.

“Come on in, Gibson,” she calls out.

The door opens, and a man wearing a brown and black Sheriff’s uniform strolls in, notepad in hand. He looks friendly and offers me a soft smile. “Ma’am,” he says. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions.”

“I don’t know how helpful I’ll be. I don’t even remember my own name.”

“We can get all of that figured out.” He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a device that looks like an oversized cell phone. “With your permission, I’ll scan your fingerprints, and we’ll run them through our database, see what pops.”

“Yes, please.” Eager to find out who I am, I offer him my right hand. He quickly scans my fingerprints by pressing them onto the glass screen then shoves it back into his pocket.

“I’ll let you know if we find anything.” He makes a note on his pad. “Now, can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

“I remember waking up and seeing Elliot. Right after he found me.”

“Not anything prior to that?”

I shake my head.

“That’s okay,” Lani insists. “Sometimes a traumatic event can cause memory loss.”

“Will it come back?” I ask Lani.

Her expression is one of hope. “Only time will tell.”

The officer makes a few notes on his notepad then puts it back into his pocket. “Until then, we’ll do everything we can to find out who you are and who did this to you.”