Three weeks passed. Ms. Abel called every Sunday. Her fragment stayed calm.
Julian’s knees got worse. Dara found him a cane. He hated it.
“You look distinguished,” Pip said.
“I look old.”
“Same thing.”
A new alert came. Not from Chen. From Mira’s memory.
“I dreamed of a place,” Mira said. “A hospital. Not real. Inside a fragment.”
“Whose fragment?” Julian asked.
“Mine.”
The Hidden Room
Mira had perfect memory. But she’d never remembered this. A white room. A crib. A baby with silver eyes.
“That’s you,” Lily said.
“I know. But I don’t remember being a baby.”
“Because someone locked it away,” the Dreamer said. “Deep inside your fragment. A memory even you couldn’t reach.”
“Who locked it?”
“Whoever put the fragment in you.”
Mira’s hands shook. “My parents said I was born with
