Theo turned his back to me, gazing toward the window and the town beyond. “He promised me that he’d find you. Finally, after years of my pleading and petitioning. Of doing every f*****g thing asked of me, he finally agreed.” When he turned back, his grin was contemptuous. “They looked for you at first, did you know? I badgered my father, badgered anyone who would listen, to try harder. But eventually, they gave up. Assumed you dead. They stopped looking. Except me. I kept looking. I found your supposed first address in Sommerland and learned that there had never been a girl born to the name Nina Clarke. I looked at the registry from the year of our siphoning, and you weren’t there, either. There was a Nina Harrow, though. A girl from the brink. Her name was blackened out with so much ink,
