Ivy looked at the shad in her hand , light from the window casting fractured glow across her face . It was identical to others- same size , weight and same sense of unease.She etched brushed her thumb over the etched words " we only remember what we can live with".A whisper behind her " that's the thing, isn't it" She froze no one else was there besides her." Ivy " the voice was familiar low and calm " you've been trying so hard not to remember. But what if forgetting isn't protection? what if it's confession" .She turned sharply. Empty room , she stepped backward, clutching the shad." You said you didn't want us to die " , the voice went on , echoing now from her left . " But we begged you to stop. You remember that , don't you" .Scene cuts too quick, blurry memory flash . A girl crying. A circle of chairs. Ivy's voice saying " it's punishment. It's clarity".Back to present.Ivy shook her head violently" no that wasn't me. That was something they made me say" ." or something you made them believe" Another voice- her - own echoed now from the walls." we all carry knives. but l chose to use mine"