River POV
Erin returned, placing her worn notebook on the table before me. The sound of its cover opening filled the air, but before she could finish, I swiftly pulled out my chair and effortlessly lifted her onto my lap. "Better," I whispered, feeling a slight warmth spread across her blushing face as our hands brushed. She resumed opening her notebook, revealing the pages I had previously read.
"The reason I cut myself is because it is the only way I can remember," she began, her voice tinged with confusion. Intrigued, I encouraged her to continue. "When I do it, I get vivid flashbacks of the night my family was taken from me. Though most memories are the same, I can catch glimpses of my sister. In these flashes, she told me that silver did not harm me."
Realizing her struggle, I rea
