Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“He had a pass from Magnate Leto,” Elwin called from his office.
Keefe scowled. “Yeah—but that doesn’t explain how I convinced
him to give it to me!”
“Edaline told him to!” Elwin countered.
“Really?” Sophie hadn’t seen Edaline since that morning when
they’d had . . . words.
And she hadn’t meant to lash out and tell Edaline to go back to
Havenfield. But the Healing Center’s walls were crowding closer every
minute, and there wasn’t enough space to fit all the worried glances
anymore.
Keefe tilted his head, his eyes lingering on the braid that Edaline
had woven into Sophie’s hair the night before, after she’d helped her
through yet another awkward sponge bath.
“She’s worried about you,” he said.
“I know.” Her itchy eyelashes called to her, but she kept her hand in
her lap. “But I’m fine.”
“Yeah. She said you’d say that.” He crossed his arms. “She also told
me about the echoes.”
Sophie pulled her blanket tighter around herself.
She hadn’t mentioned the echoes to any of her friends, figuring they
probably already knew, since Tam and Linh had been there, and all the
Vackers had been told why Fitz was still sedated.
And it was so much easier to pretend she wasn’t that weak little girl
that Gethen—
Nope.
She shut the memory down before it could wake the monster.
She’d been having to do that a lot.
Constant mental self-editing.