Flashback ( PDFDrive )

assuming you can find the right word. It would need to be something
that specifically connects to those memories.”
“I guess we could try saying ‘Neverseen,’” Fitz suggested.
“Isn’t that too vague?” Sophie wondered.
“The Neverseen are in tons of my memories,” Keefe agreed. “But
Washers aren’t—and I’m betting there’s a moment in all of my erased
memories where my mom tells someone to call for one.”
Tiergan nodded. “‘Washer’ could work.”
“Of course it could—I’m a genius. We ready to do this?”
“All we do is transmit the word?” Sophie clarified.
“Think of it more like giving a command,” Tiergan told her. “Put as
much energy behind it as you can.”
Sophie closed her eyes, digging deep into her mental reserves until
her thoughts felt warm and tingly.
“On three?” Fitz asked.
Keefe counted for them—and when he called out, “Three!” they
both transmitted WASHER with every bit of authority they could
channel.
“Did I do something wrong?” Sophie asked when nothing
happened.
“It usually takes a few tries,” Fitz told her. “Let’s go again.”
WASHER!
WASHER!
WASHER!
WASHER!
Still nothing.
“Are you getting a headache?” Tiergan asked as Sophie reached up
to rub her temples.