doctors because they couldn’t figure out what you were allergic to.” “What about before that?” Sophie asked. “Do you remember how I got sick?” Amy’s forehead got all scrunched. “Huh. I don’t—but my head’s still kind of a mess.” “I’m sure it is,” Sophie told her, turning back to Livvy. “But I think it’s funny how my sister and I have the same blank spot in our memories—the same time she also saw you. Did my allergy have to do with Amy?” Livvy twisted her braids. “Right now isn’t the time for this conversation. That memory was taken for a very specific reason.
Oooo, interesting blather.
