Noah turned the display back on, thumb moving fast over the remote, and the entertainment segment about the football contract dispute dissolved into a different channel entirely. Channel 4. A polished anchor desk. A banner scrolling underneath two people I didn't expect to see standing side by side.
Eleanor Voss. And beside her, unmistakable even from the shoulders up, my sister.
I felt the floor do that thing again, the quiet tilt it had been doing all morning, like gravity had decided to take its time deciding which way was down.
"...thrilled to announce this new partnership between the Voss Foundation and Lancaster Corp's emerging designers initiative," the anchor was saying, reading off a card like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Ms. Voss, can you tell us what drew you
