“Why can’t I remember anything about him?” I turn to face my brother. He tries to exhale a breath. “No one really knows.” “You have theories?” Does Maximoff Hale still have a philosopher’s heart? He’s had to have thought about this! I perk up, but he’s making a cringey face. “Please, Moffy.” Scraping a hand along his tight neck, he says, “I think your brain is probably protecting you from…trauma, or it’s safeguarding memories with him that you don’t want corrupted. Maybe both.”
