Chapter 6: Unchanged
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that sounds disgusting.” Cadence flicks through her closet, considering each impractical garment with undue attentiveness.
“It was disgusting. Which you know full well. Because you were there. Goopy strands of sacrificed people-puree? Sentient walls slurping up puke? Severed soul-threads turning into dust? The barrier freeze-drying? Or dying? Or shrivelling, or whatever.”
“Gross.” She wrinkles her nose. “But nope. Doesn’t ring a bell.”
I’m supposed to be the one pestering her, not the other way around. But more than that, I’m caught off-balance by her stone cold refusal to acknowledge reality.
Could Maryam have wiped her memory? Or was she shocked into amnesia? Or is she so embarrassed she’s just going to pretend it nev
