Briar
The wait for Mia felt like an eternity. I paced the room, my nerves jangling with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. What if this didn't work? What if I couldn't access Mia's memories like I had with Sean? Or worse, what if I saw something I really didn't want to know?
"Calm down," Ivy urged. "You're going to wear a hole in the carpet at this rate."
"Easy for you to say," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "You're not the one about to go mind-diving into potentially traumatic memories."
"No, but I am the one who has to listen to your internal freakout," Ivy retorted. "Take a deep breath. We've got this."
I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed, taking slow, deliberate breaths. "You're right. I need to focus."
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart
