Cadence scratched her head and remembered the voice. She was having trouble hearing it now. Before even when it wasn’t speaking to her, she had an idea it was still there. But now, it seemed to have faded away. She hoped it would stay that way. It was beginning to bother her less and less that she couldn’t place it, that she didn’t know where she’d been before she’d been here. “What is her other son’s name?”

“That’s the thing; she doesn’t know. She doesn’t ...