Justin's POV
She was murmuring now.
At first, I thought she was praying, or maybe just rambling in a daze—but no, it wasn't that.
She was naming them.
"Subject Four… Doctor Halverson… Subject Ten… Nurse Marla… Cage Unit Seven… the Red Ward… Electrocell Delta…"
Each name a trigger. Each one spat like venom. Her voice shifting, rising and falling like she was being dragged backward through time, deeper into the belly of the place we had barely crawled out of.
The lab.
My hands gripped the wheel harder.
June's head lolled against the window. Her eyes wide open, but glazed—glassy. Like she was seeing something outside the car that I couldn't.
Or… someone.
Then suddenly she said it, soft at first, like a confession:
"I'm not Number Twelve. I'm not her. I forgot. I forgot everything…"
A punch to the gut.
That's why she hadn't remembered me.
