KIRA

She looked smaller in the chair.

That was the first thing I noticed. Mira, who had filled every room she entered, who had pointed at us and told us to stop performing and start being honest — she looked like something had been let out of her.

"How long?" I said.

"Eight years." Her voice was steady. "Since before you arrived here. Since before any of this."

"You were feeding Silas information from inside this court for eight years."

"I was keeping my granddaughter alive for eight ...