2 —RealJen found her fingers reaching out to Brigid’s cheek; Jack’s hand caught her wrist, and she was doubly surprised — she hadn’t been aware of reaching out, and hadn’t expected him to stop her. “What? You can’t imagine —”
“We don’t know what happened. We don’t even know for certain if this is her.” He was frowning. This was his professional face.
“Oh, come on, Jack, of course it’s Brigid. She looks —” Jen stopped and blinked. She looks so, so, so young…. “— just like herself.”
“Still,” Jack said, not releasing her arm.
“Come on, Jack, look at her.” She could feel dual emotions boiling up, mirroring feelings that she’d struggled with two decades before: sorrow and anger. “It’s obvious what happened.”
He sighed, peering down at the egg. They were probably as expert as anyone alive a
