I don’t try and hide my snooping. In fact, I leave the bowl on the coffee table, in my eye line as I fall asleep. If I hadn’t been afraid of breaking it, I would have cradled it in my arms. Before sleep, I spin the bowl once and can almost see the oil and blood swirling in the bottom as it had in the cave, hundreds of years ago.

For the first time, I realize how lost I am. I might be gaining power but besides the limited, abstract visions from Sauska, I have no instruction. ...