Chapter 307 Emily Seeks Help

Charlie looked at me, a bit lost. "Tooth-losing years?" I nodded. "You know, from like six to twelve, when your baby teeth fall out, and the adult ones come in. Do you remember? I used to toss my teeth under the bed or up on the roof. Mom hated the under-the-bed thing—she was a total clean freak—so Dad ended up keeping them. Then, every April, we would go back to our hometown for this family remembrance thing, and he would chuck them on the old house's roof." As I reminisced about those days, they seemed so distant, like a foggy dream. The image of my dad, once so towering and strong, was fading, and now, even the sound of his voice, the lines of his face, were slipping away from me. A lump formed in my throat, and I quickly took a bite of my food, pushing down the wave of emotion that threatened to surface. A moment later, when I glanced up at Charlie, I noticed he still looked confused. I could not help but blurt out, "You can't seriously tell me you don't remember anything from