When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them? The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately.
When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn't remember a thing - not my name nor how I got there.
Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.
The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag.
A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks.
Twisted circles, paperback/Claire Contreras
