Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief at his approval. Turning behind her, Rosalie pulled the desk chair out and forced herself to sit. Her hands came to push upon her knees to prevent her feet from tapping anxiously on the floor. Ezra was going to hear her and then she'd go.

Ten minutes, just like last time.

She tried to calm herself enough to function as she might in the hospital, and it worked only minimally. The frantic energy she'd displayed seconds ago settled to the point that she could no longer hear her heartbeat in her ears. Then, after a steadying breath, she began explaining as rationally as she could. "The diviner I saw, they use a memory to summon the past version of the person you'd like to talk to." Rosalie had gone into it expecting to talk to Ambrose, but she'd known within seconds of stepping through the building who she actually intended to speak to. "We spoke of the night I left, and you told me that the conversation you were attempting to have was never about children at all. It was about your survival and my role in it." Whether or not that had proven true, Rosalie didn't think it mattered much anymore. Ezra was still alive somehow.

"For whatever reason, I don't think you're able to speak about the curse. If anything I've said is at all true could you try to give me some other indictation? Nod, or wave or anything?"

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