Isabel blinked once. Then again. She sat frozen in place, mouth parted, eyes wide, staring at Isaac like she didn’t just hear what she thought she heard.

“What?” she whispered.

Isaac’s hands were shaking slightly as he brought them up to his temples. “It’s... it’s back,” he said again, voice lower now. “Everything. I remember everything.”

Isabel shot forward like something had pulled her strings. She grabbed his face between her hands, cupping his cheeks, eyes wide with ...