“There’s two of them,” I said at last. “I just know.” And I did know. I felt as sure of that as I did of my own name. It disturbed me that somehow that information had taken hold of my consciousness. Because all I could hear was one set of nails clawing at the unyielding stone. Desperate to reach the only source of water that I knew lay just inches away from its torn and broken nails. But knew it I did. The sounds we heard were of two poor, trapped souls. One silent, perhaps already dead from thirst, the other still desperately clinging to life. I would have sworn my life upon it.
Matthew said nothing. I thought for a moment that he would dispute my own revelation. But then his touch upon me resumed its tenderness, and I knew that he accepted what I had said. “Then you believe me that I k
