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I jerked my hand out from underneath Adrien’s. His head snapped up and we stared at each other for a very, very long moment. His face was as expressionless. I was devoid of all emotion.
I realized I should feel something. Why wasn’t I feeling anything? I pulled back from the moment to probe my mind. I delved inside. I used to be able stroll around inside my head knowing where anxiety lived, how to stoke those thoughts, where fear lived, the memories that made me happy. The information that kept me alive, and helped fuel my powers. It used to be like walking down a street recognizing old familiar landmarks. Now things were reorganized, nothing was where I left it. Where were the memories of my grandmother? The love I felt for her? Instead of a well-worn path my mind felt like a strange
