Book Three: Chapter 85

“I don’t understand.” Dana shook her head, placing her face in her hands. “How could it not be real?”

“Hey.” Naia lifted Dana’s chin, locking eyes with her. “Have you ever had a dream before where everything is different, yet familiar? Like, you dream that you’re an airline pilot, you even remember going to school for it, but you’ve never actually been on a plane?”

Dana nodded. “Sometimes I would dream that I had failed high school and was forced to go back to middle school, even as an adult. I hated those dreams because the girls in high school were so fucking catty.” And judgmental if she remembered correctly.

“You have a false memory. Daryl made a mistake. Can you spot it?”

Dana frowned, thinking back. There wasn’t anything obvious, at least not right away. Alex had seemed so real, and so had the setting. The feel of her skin against her body, the way their lips touched. The rhythm of Alex’s body above hers...

“Fuck.” Dana scowled at the ground. Fuck