'So her change in mood probably has nothing to do with me. She must have thought of something unpleasant, which is why she's upset.'
Andrew Shaw thought back carefully. Her mood seemed to shift the moment she heard the name Caleb Xavier.
She had been the one to bring up the name in the first place, asking him if he'd ever heard of it.
In the eighteenth year of the apocalypse, he had been twenty-five.
Caleb Xavier had been in his early forties by then, a big shot among big shots. Of course Andrew had heard of him, so he started telling her about the man's exploits.
But it was precisely when he was recounting the man's life story that she had seemed to grow displeased.
When she'd first brought him up, Andrew had been curious. 'Could she have known Caleb Xavier when he was young?'
He thought for a moment. The present was fifteen years before he had died in his past life.
Fifteen years ago, Caleb Xavier would have been about the same age as the woman standing before him.
