Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“But you know they have to be human eyes,” Sophie reminded him.
“Yep. That was my big breakthrough. A couple of blurry human
eyes that could belong to literally anyone—plus a whole lot of proof
that those memories are probably too smashed up to salvage.”
“It’s still something,” she insisted.
“I guess.” His eyes shifted to hers. “So is the fact that you’re up out
of bed, walking around Foxfire—but it doesn’t feel like enough, does
it?”
“It doesn’t,” she agreed, her mind automatically skipping to all the
recovery she still had ahead of her.
But she shook those thoughts away.
“It should, though,” she told him. “It’s still a victory.”
And if they didn’t celebrate those small triumphs, they were going
to drive themselves crazy.
So she laced her gloved fingers with his and told him, “Come on.
We both deserve some desserts!”
• • •
Foxfire’s secret “Mentors only” cafeteria turned out to be even more
amazing than Sophie had imagined: throne-size chairs surrounding
peaceful reflecting pools. Urns blooming with delicate flowers that
filled the air with a sweet, spicy perfume. Soft, flickering lighting, and
windows that overlooked the glass pyramid in the heart of campus.
And, of course, an entire wall of glass cases filled with all kinds of
fancy, colorful confections.
It was kind of like going to a spa, but instead of kale and cucumber
water, there was food people actually wanted to eat.