A wave of confusion hit me like the Titanic crashing into the iceberg. (Let's just assume he knows what the Titanic is) What does she mean she knows me? I squeezed my eyes closed, scanned through all my memories, going through every vivid detail, every color, every noise, for anything that could spark recognition of Fanny's face. I searched for a little while, nothing surfacing.
"What's he doing?" Fanny whispered to Amy.
"Give him a minute," Amy shushed her. "It takes a while."
I tried to ignore their frantic whispering and kept searching. But nothing. There was nothing. I sat down and rubbed my temples. Come on, Keefe. There has to be something. I went through again, and again, over and over. But still, nothing.
"I'm sorry.. I...I don't remember you," I said. Amy glared at me. Then she swung around, her brown hair fanning out with her, and fixed her gaze on Fanny.
"Where do you remember him from?" she demanded, her stare so hard it could cut stone.
"Well it's a little blurry but it was when we were really little. That's so weird. I couldn't remember anything up till now. I didn't even recognize you when I walked in. It wasn't until you laughed. Then a memory flashed into the front of my mind," Fanny explained, shrinking under Amy's look.
"Mom of the Year strikes again," I mumbled, looking at my feet.
"Okay... so what was in that memory?" Amy asked.
"So you... wait what's your name?" Fanny asked before I could respond. "You never told me."
"Keefe," I replied.
She laughed, a loud, boisterous laugh, not surprising based on her personality, but still I was taken aback. "And you think my name's hilarious. Anyway, you were probably 10-11 years old. You were... kinda chubby. And you came to my house. I was only about eight, and I don't think I was supposed to see. A stranger opened the door but I know it was my house. I was watching from behind the wall, because I knew I couldn't be seen. So, you came into our house and handed my dad a note. It had a weird symbol that I can't remember exactly, but I remember it being... strange. As I said before, parts of it are blurry. I couldn't hear anything that you or the stranger was saying. You gave him a note. He opened it and then read it. But then he gave it back to you and shook his head. Then you headed right back out. The visit only took about ten minutes and I swear I saw you for one second outside, but then you were gone and I've never seen you again. Until now."
"Keefe does any of this seem familiar to you?" Amy asked. I looked back into my memories and suddenly, I remembered. That must be what happened after that memory that Sophie, Fitz and I recovered when they were at the Healing Center because of the echoes. When I had been ordered to give a letter to the man with the green door in London. The details fit perfectly. But then a greater realization hit me. That man was Ethan Benedict Wright. So that means...
"Eleanor Olivia Wright," I gasped, mumbling under my breath. "You survived."
"What? What is it?" Amy and Fanny asked in unison, the looks on their faces turning to worry.
"You're his daughter. You're the daughter of the man my mom tried to recruit for the Neverseen."
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