When we turn onto Seymour Avenue and pull over in front of the house, the first thing I notice is the cop car parked outside. The sight of it gives me a feeling of dread in my belly, and I share a nervous look with Parker.

After a moment of hesitation, I hop out of the car and walk up to the house with him trailing behind me. The front door is open, revealing a thoroughly unimpressed Sofia standing in the entrance with a man in uniform. When she sees me, I can’t tell if she’s happy or displeased by my arrival.

The policeman turns to look over his shoulder as we approach, offering me a smile beneath his thick moustache.

“What’s going on?” I ask, looking between the two of them.

“Allie, welcome home,” Sofia says briskly, and there’s an awkward pause before she gestures to the man next to her. “This is Officer Edwards.”

He’s clearly trying to appear friendly, but I take a subconscious step closer to Parker. “Hello, Allie,” he says. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Sofia purses her lips. “He has some questions about the night of your accident.”

“I really don’t remember much,” I say, feeling like this is a useless endeavor. I didn’t even remember my own name when I woke up, what makes them think I’ll suddenly be able to tell them exactly what happened?

“That’s all right,” Officer Edwards encourages, holding a hand out. “We can take it slow. We’re just trying to piece together what happened. With your mother present, of course. Is that all right with you?”

I look to Sofia for guidance, but her face is unreadable. “I guess so.”

My mother turns to the officer and gestures for him to enter the house. “Shall we?”

I move to follow them to the living room, before Parker catches my arm, leaning down to ask, “Do you want me to be there too?”

“No, it’s okay,” I reply, though the second the words leave my mouth, I’m not sure if I mean them.

He lets go, nodding, and I resume my path to the other room, taking a seat on the sofa across from Officer Edwards. Sofia sits beside me, clasping her hands in her lap. I watch as he flips open a notepad to a blank page, and it feels awfully similar to being assessed by Dr. Meyer.

“Now, you’re aware you were at a party that night,” he begins.

“Yes.”

He flips back a few pages. “It took place at Iris Wen’s house, correct?” The name is unfamiliar, but Sofia nods. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that there was alcohol at this party.”

“I don’t know.”

“She has amnesia, as I’m sure you’re aware,” Sofia interjects, her voice frosty, and I’m extremely grateful to have her with me.