Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal

05 PM on our tenth

David, was i

oung woman, his assistant Chloe, was h

t me, a blank stranger' s sta

, then demanded security remove me, w

y loss; it was a cru

rtificate, but he pushed it aw

s favorite soup, and he defen

e who' s been here

ted, haggard," compared to Ch

rever, flew from my hand as he slap

said, turning his back

fair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ru

ged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake

ked a brain injur

e to the hospital, and

t him, my face blank, then as