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Asher’s POV
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The sight of Carlos standing there in the middle of my childhood home was the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen. I could not believe it was him, or that he was standing there in front of my father. Did he know that he was going to kill him in the future? Or was this before the hatred and malice entered his heart?
“How is this happening?” I asked. “How are we able to see this even when I’m not here?”
“It’s not just what you see that we’ll experience,” Lara said. “It’s what you remember. Sights, sounds, smells, anything can count as a way to recall something. But I think you must have suppressed this memory, probably because you don’t want to think about it.”
I turned to stare at my dad, who was glaring at Carlos with a hatred and disgust that I was relieved to se
