Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Couldn’t have been that big, Fitz argued, since we didn’t start really
hanging out until years later, when we were both at Foxfire.
I guess, Keefe mumbled.
Besides, Fitz said, my dad . . . kinda did the same thing. After those same
midterms, he started asking me about you all the time, telling me I should
invite you over. I figured he just wanted us to hang out since we were ranked
one and two or whatever. But now I’m pretty sure he was worried about you,
and wanted to give you somewhere else to go after school.
Huh, Keefe said—and Sophie recognized his jumbled feelings.
Alden had done something similar with Biana, encouraging her to
befriend the strange new girl who’d been living with humans.
He was a master of well-meaning meddling.
The thing is, she told Keefe, it doesn’t matter WHY we all became
friends. Just that we did.
Exactly, Fitz said.
Yeah, I guess. Keefe cleared his throat. But I gotta say—heartwarming
as all of this is, it’s noooooooooot what I’m looking for. Where are the fancy
Telepath tricks to dredge up all my mom’s secrets? Do you guys need to stare
into each other’s eyes more or something?
Sophie let out a long sigh. I told you—we have no idea how to trigger
memories.
Then hit me with all the Fitzphie pizzazz and see what happens.
The Fitzphie pizzazz, Sophie repeated. There’s no such thing.
Not with that attitude, there isn’t! Keefe told her.
I guess we could try probing, Fitz suggested after a few seconds.
Sophie’s brain automatically flashed through the various “probing”
scenes she’d seen in human sci-fi movies, and Fitz cracked up. No