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“Close your eyes,” he commands and I comply. “Now, I want you to lock onto a memory from your past and it doesn’t matter how small or foggy it is, just pick one.”

I nod, choosing to think about the feeling I got up in Streak’s room when he said Gavin didn’t benefit from my death.

“You got it locked in?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, I want you to immerse yourself in the memory. Don’t just let it play in your head. Imagine you’re really living it again.”

My brows draw together as I focus on the emotion I felt upstairs and a picture pops into my mind and I gasp, my eyes snapping open. Fuzz’s eyes widen.

“What did you see?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t have an exact memory, just a nagging feeling that I felt upstairs and when I focused on it, I saw myself in my apartment in Miami. It was raining and I was staring out of the window, crying.”

The guys across the room start laughing and Fuzz glances over his shoulder before standing up and gathering his folders.

“We should do this somewhere quiet.”

I nod and follow him as he leads me into a room with a long wooden table in the middle and chairs positioned all around it.

“This is the war room.”

I arch a brow. “War room?”

“It’s where we meet to talk about… well, anything important.”

Nodding, I sit in one of the seats and he slides into the one next to me. “Okay, ready to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Close your eyes again and focus on that image that popped into your mind.”

Sucking in a breath, I bring the image to the front of my mind and focus on it as I nod.

“Now immerse yourself in it. What can you see?”

“The rain… my reflection in the window… I have tears running down my face… there’s a fire in the fireplace behind me…”

“Good. Now, what can you smell?”

I shake my head. “The fire… cleaning products… perfume…”

“You’re doing great, Juliette. Can you hear anything?”

My hands tremble and my stomach flips as I lose myself deeper in the memory, the fog surrounding it dissipating with each second that ticks by. “The rain… the cracking of the fire…”

“Anything else?”

“There’s something…” I say with a nod, focusing on what the other sound is. “It sounds like voices and music but it’s muffled… maybe a TV playing in another room…”

“Good. Now, this is the most important part. What do you feel?”

I gasp as a wave of despair washes over me. “Oh, God.”

“What is it, Juliette?”

“I’m so sad and scared…” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes as my heart hammers in my chest. “I want something… I’m desperate for it… and angry… so, so angry…”