The package from her mother was still in the evidence file.
Rhea had not looked at it since the day she put it there. She did not need to. The photograph had done its work the first time ... that quick, clean pain of seeing something that used to matter to you rendered completely unfamiliar ... and she had no interest in letting it do it again.
But the thought came sometimes. Uninvited. Usually in the morning, in the space between sleep and getting up, when her guard was down.
They moved on fast.
She said it to herself the way you say something that no longer has any power over you. Observationally. Like noticing the weather.
It was her fifteenth day at Frostholm.
She dressed and went to the training room.
Caden was already there, moving through a series of footwork drills she recog
