When my daughter was 6, we drove past an old abandoned house that used to be a place of ‘ill repute.’ Out of nowhere, she asked if I remembered when she worked and lived there. I felt a chill and asked what she meant.
What she said next made my blood run cold: she told me she had lived and worked there before, but something bad happened, and she had to start over inside me. Now she’s 32 and has no memory of ever saying that.