Redhawk Caldera winter's first flame

That's beautiful; I love children, Charlotte exclaimed, though she was quick to check herself. Finley then asked about her wounds and how they'd come about, to which she answered genuinely — I don't remember. She'd forced herself to forget, to erase every memory she'd taken from that night. Some things were easier to let go of than to hold onto, and Charlotte knew that to be true.