By morning, three more people had stopped existing.
Rachel. Tommy. Someone whose name I couldn't remember because everyone's memories of them had been erased along with their physical presence.
"This is different from what happened to Marcus," I said, studying the empty spaces. "These people—it's like they never existed at all. No one remembers them except as vague absences."
"I remember Rachel," Reaper insisted. But his voice was uncertain. "She was—she had—" He stopped. Confused. "Why can't I picture her face?"
"Because the parasites are getting smarter," Dr. Chen said. She'd been working non-stop, analyzing Sarah's contained body. "They're not just erasing people. They're erasing the connections. The memories. The quantum entanglements that prove someone existed."
Albert paced near
