“The child needs it,” Theodora said.
In the blink of an eye I was back with memory Carly. My hands were still made of stone and I could feel it trying to move past my elbows and root itself deep inside of me.
“Des, you need to tell Carly she needs to take the vial I’m about to hand her and drink it,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Carly, I know this is going to sound strange, but I need you to take what Ezri is about to give you. See it in your mind and drink it,” Desmond’s voice instructed.
Memory Carly gazed up at me with confusion on her face, but she took the vial I held out to her. She pressed it to her lips—having to explain to a ten-year-old how she was able to alter things in her own memory was going to be fun—and the liquid disappeared. Once gone, everything changed.
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