Nothing unusual.
Except—
my breathing starts accelerating again.
Because I remember kneeling here.
Hands shaking.
Bleeding fingers.
Writing names.
So many names.
“Hannah?”
Gabriel’s voice sounds far away suddenly.
Overlap pressure crashes into me hard—
and the church disappears.
Suddenly I’m fourteen again.
Cold.
Terrified.
Wu standing behind me while I carve numbers into wood.
“You forget because I allow it.”
I gasp violently and jerk backward.
Clay grabs my shoulders immediately.
“Hannah!”
The vision fractures.
Church.
Rain.
Now.
I’m here.
I’m here.
But tears are suddenly burning down my face before I even realize I’m crying.
“He made me hide it…”
My voice breaks.
Gabriel steps closer carefully.
