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Amanda's POV

The flashes finally came last night: snatches of laughter, and some hand fitting into mine, as though it belonged, then a name, Liv, yelling loudly in my mind-stronger than before-until I had no room left to pretend that was a dream.

Who's Liv?

Smacking my temples between my fingers, in the vain attempt to actually rub this headache off my head, it remained intact. It all didn't fit together. What I was learning, what Carl said-all of it moved tectonically under the foundations beneath my feet. There was Kellan, ever observing, ever curiosity-driven whose questions gave life to this secret and stirred something in the torso which I did not know either.

I just can't take any of this anymore inside.

Kellan was the last person that I should be talking to, yet still something told me that he knows some answers-or at least isn't afraid of asking all those questions which I'm afraid to utter aloud.

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