Eddie wasn’t going to say anything about how he’d been able to breach Kaeva’s Estrangement and come out alive. If asked, he would have said he didn’t know why he thought that was the best way to approach things. He’d have been lying. It was right there—the voice in his head telling him it was paramount that he keep his damn mouth shut. That nobody needed to know. That it would complicate things. It was his mother’s voice, as it was always his mother’s voice when it came to Estrangement, and damned if he knew why he still let it carry any weight. And she kept nattering away, chewing at his brain in a way that was almost as bad as the maggots the crazies brought with them, reminding him that she knew best and hadn’t she told him a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times that speakin
