Rachel slumped in her stool, exhausted. She felt the echo of her story around her, a story she hadn"t even realised she"d been harbouring. It was a lifetime almost forgotten, but each step she had taken had led her to this moment, to being in this room, stripping herself bare. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and liberation.
Li switched off the tape recorder, and it made her jump. She had become lost in her own story, forgetting there was an audience listening. Her heart started to sink when she realised she"d lost control of her filter. Her mind raced to remember what she had said. She had told them about wading through a civil war with her sister and father. She had told them about arriving in S"aven and meeting Father Darcy. Living in the convent;
