At Natalia's acquiescence, Jean pressed on, specifically looking for the woman from the article. The surprising part was that there was no shortage of memories to pull from--the woman dotted a lot of them, at times distant, at times affectionate, the normal sort of memories that one would expect from a mother daughter relationship, but it was as though the memories had all been placed on a far shelf and had not been dusted off in years.
Were you able to remember any of this before? she asked, genuinely curious about how much of Natalia's memory had been affected.