Bother my muse with personal questions.

         Her stomach lurched at the question,
         the hands that held onto the parchment
         shook slightly, her eyes reading the simple
         line over and over again. Luckily, she was
         not somewhere that many were - tucked away
         in the library, her nose in a book; the usual.

                       —she swallowed hard and then
                          proceeded to attempt to keep
                          her breathing somewhat under
                          control, though what should be
                          a simple action was proving to be
                          quite difficult.

    Who was this stranger, asking about her parents?
    It was quite obvious that they were aware she had
    done something to them— if not, they would not have
    brought the topic up.

                                       —as far as she knew,
                                         they were tucked
                                         away in australia,
                                         memories wiped,
                                         unable to remember
                                         their past life;

                     unable to remember her.