Chapter Six
As the others took a moment and explained the tragedy of the Cartwright home to Reece, Beth gripped the frame of the doorway. Her breaths came up short, which was a problem because her racing heart needed more oxygen to pump blood down to her weakening knees.
Reece remembered her.
Selective memories, true. But look at what he'd selected. He’d pulled out times from their childhood when things were innocent and pure. He remembered small things about her, like the fact that, unlike most kids, she didn’t like to get her hands or her clothes dirty.
She didn’t have the mental capacity to determine whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. She simply gloried that it was a thing. She was important enough for his brain to hold onto as everything else went dark.
She’d always kno
