Chapter 9
Old Faye seemed to sag into herself after her story was told, as if we’d exhausted her. Sinda touched the woman’s cheek tenderly, the first glimpse of any warmth I had seen in the girl, then motioned for us to follow her. As we walked away, I glanced back and noticed Old Faye was already beginning to doze, her head fallen forward slightly. We really must have worn her out.
“She doesn’t normally talk that much to anyone,” Sinda said as she led us down the aisle created by the bare mattresses. “I didn’t even know she came from the same place where you guys did.”
Kyer touched my wrist, and I took his hand. “I didn’t think anyone had ever gotten out before we did.”
“She left way before we were born,” I pointed out. “Why would anyone say anything? They wanted us to believe there w
