The Price of Forgetting

ROWAN’S POV

His jaw works, and then he nods.

The scale glows and reaches into me, and I feel it lift the whole rot of Trent out — years of terror and grinding and a white hospital ceiling, flashes after flashes, of violence and blood and cruel words and down to the sex with Carter — and then there’s a smooth blank place where he lived, and I know only, the way you know a fact about a stranger, tha