Liana noticed both Sanella and Ezra locked in an intense conversation and she walked in.
Ezra looked a little stricken and Sanella looked smug, which was strange because ever since he had gotten her pregnant Ezra had stuttered around like a peacock whereas Liana had become a recluse, embarrassed at having fallen pregnant because of a one night stand; she very rarely left her office.
Liana walked in, and they both jumped.
“You want to publish it?” Ezra asked, recovering some of his composure.
Liana met Sanella’s distressed gaze.
“Why do you hesitate?” Ezra asked,
“Morally, I’m not sure if it is the right thing to do.”
Ezra looked confused for a moment before nodding.
“Both Jonah and Eleanor are patients at the institute, and you blame yourself for making them recount their lives.”
He phrased it like a statement but Liana nodded.
“The more they remembered of their past lives the –”
“The crazier –”
“We don’t say the word crazy!” Sanella reprimanded.
“Fine, the more they remembered of their past lives the more mentally unstable they became, and from the looks of all the other people you interviewed it appears that this is a trend.” Ezra said nodding, as he began to pace.
“So now your fear is; that people will think that there is no such thing as mental health issues, just people who have remembered something they shouldn’t.”
“We are not supposed to remember our past lives.” Sanella said softly.
They were all quite for a long time.
“Do you ever wonder how many things have been discovered and kept a secret because we are just not ready to face some truths?” Ezra mused.
“It is for the greater good,” Liana said, “tragedy has plagued Jonah and Eleanor for decades, because their love was too strong, it overrode any commands of the brain to not remember. Maybe if they are lucky; in their next life they can forget enough to enjoy a love they have waited two life-times for.”