![]() ![]() ![]() Addie and I were three or four years old. The memory of pyxis came from before we understood all that, which made it all the more precious. ![]() We lived cleaved to each other, hybrids in a country where our very existence was outlawed. The rest of us sat cramped, shoulder-to-shoulder in the back two rows, the windows rolled up tight against the autumn chill.Īll my memories of childhood were Addie’s memories, too. We were all stuffed in a van, Peter driving, Dr. They knew what it meant to live in secret, and taught me how to regain control over my body.īut now, as we were all forced on the run again, moving from safe house to safe house, I returned to my childhood memories, seeking comfort in the worn softness of their edges.Īddie asked one night. It wasn’t until I met Lissa and Hally, Ryan and Devon, that I started thinking about my future, and not my past. Because however limited it was, for a long time, those were the only memories I had of liberty. ![]() But I did lose all my freedoms-the ability to speak, the power to move, the right to be acknowledged by anyone other than Addie, whose body I haunted. She was fated to win and I to lose, the promise of it written into our genes.īy the time we were twelve, I seemed ready to fulfill a recessive soul’s other destiny: to disappear. She triumphed whenever we fought for control of our shared body. Usually, people gain freedom as they grow older I lost it.Īs the recessive soul, I was born weaker than Addie. I remember my childhood better than most. ![]()
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