Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Sorry,” Fitz mumbled, tearing a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t
—”
“No, you’re right,” Keefe interrupted. “And no need for the cyclone
of worry you’re hitting me with, Foster. I’m done freaking out. In fact,
that’s why I’m here. Now that Fitz is awake, I thought we could move
on from our skill lessons, because I’ve been thinking about what you
said—about how the Neverseen think we’re predictable, and how they
guess what we’re going to do ahead of time and use that against us.
That’s what my mom’s been doing with me every time she mentions
my legacy. She wants me afraid—that way I won’t ask my powerful
telepathic friends to dig into my past and find whatever memories she
erased. Then she can trigger them on her timeline. Maximum
manipulation. And I’m over it.”
“So what are you saying?” Fitz asked.
“I’m saying . . . if you guys are up for it, I want the full Fitzphie
experience! Dig around my head, stare into each other’s eyes—
whatever you need to do to figure out what Mommy Dearest is hiding
from me.”
“I’m in,” Fitz agreed immediately. “When do you want to start?”
“Hang on,” Sophie said, holding up her good hand like a stop sign
and waiting for Keefe to look at her. “Let’s skip the whole ‘are you
sure you can handle that’ conversation for a second because, uh . . .
you realize Fitz and I have no idea how to trigger erased memories,
right?”
“You guys can figure it out. I believe in the all-powerful Fitzphie!
Actually, you know what? We should call this one Sophitz, since—let’s
face it—Foster’s the real talent when it comes to this kind of thing.”
Fitz didn’t argue, but Sophie sighed. “Keefe—”