The first cry shattered the quiet. I froze, my heart pounding, and my palms slick with sweat. Then came the second wail, higher, lighter, and it pulled something deep out of me. Something raw and wild and new.

“They’re here,” Nana Lolita whispered behind her mask, tears shimmering in her eyes.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move, only breathe, and listen. Reule’s hand found mine, trembling just slightly. I glanced up at him, stunned to find tears streaking his cheeks. ...