Emma shrugged. "That's just it. I can't tell you those things. I don't remember exactly when or where. I just remember what happened, and I remember who. But memories can't always be trusted." Vivid as they were. Emma was coming to realize that Colin might not be to blame, despite all the images in her head.
"I remember…" she hesitated, because she didn't like the way it sounded and didn't want to believe he could be to blame, "I went to see Alex immediately after. He took care of me. We've been.. screwing around a bit lately, so I went to him for help."