Jude hesitated before stepping forward and lowering himself into the seat. As soon as he did, the woman moved beside him, adjusting the small device attached to one of the monitors. "This will help you see," she explained.
"See what?" Jude asked, his throat dry.
"The truth."
She pressed a button, and suddenly, the room around him shifted. It was subtle at first, like a ripple spreading through water. Then, in an instant, everything changed.
Jude's breath caught in his throat. The walls of the room flickered, distorting like static on an old television. Shadows stretched unnaturally, bending in ways that defied logic. Objects in the room blurred and reformed, as if struggling to decide what they were supposed to be.
And then, he saw it.
A memory—his own memory—playing out before his eyes. But it was wrong.
