“You were one of the first concrete memories I got back when Mom’s spell started to unwind,” I said when the silence was getting awkward. “I think you were six and you got very sick. Mom had to go out to get medicine for you.”
Daria looked up from the fire. “I vaguely remember that. You climbed into bed with me.”
I nodded and smiled. “I was so worried about you, and I knew I could make you better, even if Mom told me not to.”
“Because of the Brotherhood,” Daria said. She crinkled her nose and mouth in an expression of disgust. “I remember them too.” She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. “I was so angry with her over leaving you like that. But she was scared and she was running out of options.”
“Well, it worked. I have no idea how much spellwork she had to have done to erase our
