My mom immediately answered, "Yes, I remember clearly, he was very tall and skinny. I heard him say, 'Send someone to watch over this girl! She knows me, and if she wakes up, it'll be over. That brat has been looking for her and he doesn’t know if she's still alive or dead.’"

I was anxious. I knew that the little girl she described was me. These were fragments of memories I hadn't erased.

The tall and skinny man she mentioned should be the man who took me away after I was thrown out of the car