"Forgotten?" Sirona echoed in shock. She shook her head incredulously, blinking rapidly as her mind worked double-time to process the information she had just learned. "She shouldn't have hit her head during the fall― there were no injuries to imply that. It couldn't have been a concussion."
"I know," Atticus said. He ran a hand down his face in exasperation, sighing loudly. "But I was speaking to her for a short while before you arrived. From what she said, it doesn't seem like she remembers the miscarriage. Or even the baby being conceived in the first place, in fact."
"What makes you say that?"
"Shouldn't her first instinct be to ask for the baby's condition?" Atticus pointed out. "She mentioned none of it, even when she recalled the fall and Jean Nott's attack."
"This…" Sirona trailed off.
