I barely heard the storm outside. The rain hit the windows, the wind howled, but my mind was in its own storm. The locket was on my desk. The blurry face of the third child pulled at something deep inside me.
Obsidian Heitt.
The name was in my head. It felt strange but also very close, like a whisper I had long forgotten.
Sophia sat across from me. I couldn't read her face. The low light from my study cast shadows on her face. She looked like the girl I had never remembered and the stranger she had become.
"You still don't remember, do you?" she asked softly.
I let out a sharp breath, rubbing my hand on my jaw. "Not a single thing."
She looked at me for a moment, then reached into her coat pocket. She pulled out a folded paper and slid it across the desk. I picked it up. The paper fe
