The Memories.

McKenna's POV.

"Luke, do you remember Alarick from when I was younger?"

I don't know what happened yesterday, but something in me changed. I remembered. Fragments of memories from when I was young, memories I thought I had lost.

Luke looked at me, shocked. I get why he's surprised. I never talked about my past before the accident. I despised the fact that everyone had those memories, and I didn't. My family understood this, and they respected my wishes. Dixon had his hand in the air with his coffee mug in his hand.

"You hate talking about your childhood, Kenny. What's wrong? Are you okay?" Luke said. I took a strip of bacon in my mouth and chewed. I shrugged my shoulders in response.

Luke sighed as he placed his cup on the table. He looked curiously at Dixon, who only shrugged in response.

"What's with the sudden questions about Alarick? You are not supposed to remember him."