“What’s your name?”

The girl tilts her head and her hair floats to her shoulders, like a butterfly ready to land.

“I can’t remember,” she says.

I blink in the dark.

The room is comfortable. I’m comfortable. Even though I’m getting ready to start this all again, it feels right.

“What do you remember?”

She’s quiet. In slow motion she becomes more real, more there.

“I just know everyone loved me.”

I nod. “Okay,” I say.

She’s close enough to touch now. I feel her in the air around me. Feel she was loved.

“Maybe I can help.”