Fractured memories

Something was off.

And not in the “I forgot where I kept my socks” kind of way. No, this was deeper—like something inside me had been rearranged while I wasn’t looking. There was a strange, persistent sense that something wasn’t adding up. I knew the equation, had all the pieces, and still—the math wasn’t mathing.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands like they might give me answers. They didn’t. Just trembled slightly, magic humming faintly beneath the skin like it too was confused.

Maybe I was just being paranoid.

But that didn’t sit right either.

Eve. That was my answer. Eve might be the only person whose brain was always two steps ahead—even if her mouth never got the memo. If anyone could untangle the weird web spinning in my mind, it was her.