“Did you fake your death?” I scream at them. “Was this all a trick?!” “It’s a good plan.” He rubs his hands together, thinking. “But I’d never put you in the lion’s den like that. I’d never lie to you, never use you like a pawn, never risk your memories of me because, honey, our childhood together is part of who you are. Who would you become if we took those away, huh? The next time we’d meet, I wouldn’t know you, and you wouldn’t know me.”
