Chapter 47

And now he was going to show it to Seven.

“The truth is, I think that most of the clue isn’t really telling me where in my mind I can find the memory. That part is obvious. I think it’s trying to warn me that I must not let what happened to me affect the bonds I build in the future. I think in many cases, it’s too late.”

“Burning bridges.”

“Yes. But that can change. I just…” He breathed deeply and exhaled, feeling the urge to say that he’d made a mistake and they didn’t have to look at the memory. He fought it down. “I need to let it go.”

He took Seven’s hand in his, and the agent reassuringly squeezed it. Before he could lose his nerve entirely, Fox took them to the memory in question.

They were at a little cottage house, with sun streaming through the open windows. A summer breeze was blowing the cheery curtains, making them billow. A small child was sitting at a cluttered kitchen table watching them, his lunch half eaten and forgotten on his plate.