" Do you remember the rabbits? I ask, keeping her. A short, thick-sounding No. Luca used to be a good liar.
You must! There were dozens. He'd buy them as presents-
I don't remember, she says, turning away, Understand me, Dolores, I don't remember One Single Thing.
The rain and the cage and Luca standing in the garden, denying everything. The heaving in me comes out as a shout.
Well I do! You and Rose, locking me in there. Shame on you, Luca!
She faces me. In the twilight, her own sickness shines like a jewel. Luca closes her eyes; she's tired of not remembering.
Dol, we were letting you out, she says. "

― Trezza Azzopardi , The Hiding Place