A shiver assaults me. The door opens, and once again, I get a wash of relief that it isn’t Carl and Evelyn. The doctor enters with a soft smile that lights up his eyes, which are framed with black glasses.
"How are you feeling?"
"Confused. Tired. Sore."
He nods at each word. "That’s normal. Have you had any memory loss?"
"Yes. I don’t remember what happened."
He nods again and moves closer to my bed. "That’s normal as well. In most cases, memories return. And it’s looking good, Layla."
"Thank you."
"The Gardaí are here to ask a few questions. If you don’t feel up to talking, I can send them away."
It doesn’t matter. "I don’t remember what happened."
"I’ll tell them to come back another day." The doctor smiles again before leaving the room.
I drift into a light sleep. At some point, Evelyn and Carl return, and their whispered words float around me.