Chapter 18
VoidBranwen whirled at the voice, and she was facing herself. Not quite herself, exactly, but a somehow more used version of herself. The woman’s hair was longer, but as thick and curly as her own.
She looked the same age, though her eyes didn’t look quite right.
They somehow looked too old for her face.
“Aunt… Aunt Cian?”
The woman smiled, nodded, and held out her arms.
All her life Branwen had heard how much she looked like this woman, accusingly from her mother, almost suspiciously from her grandmother. She squeezed her eyes closed and clenched her fists, unable, or unwilling, to respond to yet another delusion.
“You’re not in any danger here, Branwen. Are you hurt?”
Branwen opened her eyes. That hadn’t been her own American accent, so the woman wasn’t some kind of st
