She knows.
....How?
The old memory hit him full in the chest: the cliffs, the wooden sword, a boy's clenched fist, a promise whispered between two children.
It was too close… and all wrong.
She seemed to remember it, this exact memory, his mind said, plain and simple. Not a fluke. Not a dream. He felt the old memory's shape press against his chest: the cliffs, the wooden sword, a small fist clenched, a promise whispered between two children. It felt close and wrong at once.
Nnenna stood in the ring amid the noise. People cheered and cried and pointed, but she seemed cut off from all of it. Her eyes were fixed on Stephanie, but she wasn't really looking. The applause sounded distant, like a tape left playing in another room.
A hush settled in her head. The memory had opened something raw, a small living room of moments she had never expected to visit.
