chapter 25

It s been a few days since Colton told me about his mom, and I swear she keeps plaguing my thoughts. It s like a tiny itch in my brain I can t shake, and I keep coming back to it repeatedly for no obvious reason. I even dreamed of her last night, and it was the weirdest, most confusing thing ever. It came after I finally located a memory of her in this shared library of thoughts and couldn t shake her soft face from my visuals. I must have tried too hard and implanted her in my brain to mess with me, it s the only explanation. I vaguely remember her without Colton s influence, only in my memories, she s faceless because I couldn t remember her all that well, so it s nice to apply features to her. She has Colton s flawless beauty, his black hair, darkest chocolate eyes, and sallow skin, with a soft ambience that s less masculine than his. She used to come to the library near our farm every weekend to read books to the children. I remember her being a caring, quiet lady, well-spoke