Martha looked at her steadily.
"You never told me that."
"I'm telling you now," Kate smiled slightly.
"There was something about you from the very beginning, like meeting someone I already knew. I assumed it was just attraction with good chemistry, and then it kept being that for fifteen years, so I stopped questioning it."
"And with him it's the same?"
"Different. Don't look at me like that."
Kate set down her tea cup.
"It's more like... recognition. Like some part of me that operates below conscious thought knows him and is simply glad he's present. It makes no sense, and I've been trying to make sense of it for days."
"I know exactly what you mean," Martha said quietly.
"You feel it too."
"Since the first moment I heard his voice. Before I'd even seen his face."
Martha looked at her hands for a moment. "Kate, there are things I haven't told you yet. About what happened in the cave. About what I found and what I experienced."
"I know."
Kate's voice was gentle.
