Gabriel
I stared down at my mother’s journal as the last of her beautiful handwriting disappeared. I wiped at my eyes, ridding myself of the residual tears seeing as I had been a sobbing mess for nearly the entirety of her stories and confessions. I had needed this for years, had needed this closure, but I now understood why she made the decision to keep it from me for so long. I wouldn’t have understood anything she said because I wouldn’t have remembered.
It was surprising she had broken the spell before everyone else. It made sense, I guess, based off of how she explained it scientifically, but my brain wasn’t wired in that same way. I’m sure Constance understood it far better than I did.
With my mother’s memories being restored, she had remem
