THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERS

Sylvie remembers nothing before the accident. Not her childhood, not her family, not her own face in a mirror she's certain used to look different.
Elias remembers everything. He tells her what she likes, what she's allergic to, how she takes her tea, filling in the blanks of her own mind like he's reciting from a book only he's read.
She should be grateful. He saved her. He says so, every day, in that quiet voice that makes gratitude sound like the only acceptable answer.
Then she finds a photograph hidden behind a fireplace panel. A woman who isn't her. A name that isn't hers, written in Elias's careful hand: L.
The house has secrets in its walls. Elias has secrets behind his eyes. And Sylvie is starting to wonder if her missing memories were ever lost at all or if someone made sure she'd never find them again.
He says fragile " as if he means mine