"No, it's not right," Jocelynn muttered, placing one hand on her forehead as she tried to cling to the memories. "Don't… Don't make me forget…"
Suddenly, the world around her went still. Hauke paused partway through marking out the area where they'd fish; Ashlynn had gone as still as the ice they stood on, and even the wind no longer blew.
Only Eleanor still seemed to be able to move along with Jocelynn, and she wore a worried expression on her face as she watched tears forming in the corners of Jocelynn's eyes.
"Jocelynn?" Eleanor asked gently. "What's wrong?"
"It's trying to make me forget again," Jocelynn said. Her hands curled into small fists, and she wished that her fingers weren't covered by mittens so she could feel the bite of her fingernails against her flesh. The cold and the layers of clothing made the world feel numb, like everything was a little bit distant, but right now she didn't want to be numb, even if numb was better than pain.
