I can't do it.
I'm a chicken. I've called and cancelled my meeting with her. I've arranged for her photo albums to be delivered via courier.
I keep thinking, what if I tell her and by some miracle Adam does manage to fix my brain? Then I would have worried her for nothing.
Well, that's my rationalisation for not telling her.
In truth, I'm just plain scared. I think I'm going to hide in the bedroom for a few days with Sammie