But it was just such a strange thing for Annette to remember, to bring up like it was a fond memory.
As I watched Annette, trying to piece together how she could have known that story, she blinked a few times, then scrunched her face in discomfort. She raised a hand to her forehead.
“Are you alright?” I asked her first.
“I’m fine,” she said. “I just had a bit of a headache come on just now.”
With her confirming the pain wasn’t too bad, I pressed on. “Annette. How did you know about that story?”
“What do you mean?” she asked. “I just did.”
“That happened years ago,” I told her. “And… I was with Amelia at the time. Do you remember where you were? Or what you were doing? Do you remember how you heard about it?”
Annette lifted both hands to her head now. “No… I… It just sort of came to
