SABLE’S POVI refused to give up after one conversation. The next morning I went looking for Finn with a box of old toys and a stack of photographs I had dug out of a forgotten drawer.The wooden wolf he used to sleep with. The little carved moon I had given him on his second birthday and pictures of the three of us laughing in the garden before the war. I found him in the playroom with Talia. “Finn,” I said softly, kneeling down. “Look what I brought. Do you remember this?” I held out the wooden wolf. He stared at it, then at me, then immediately looked at Talia. “It’s okay,” she told him. “You can look.” He took it carefully, turned it over once, and set it back down. “I used to sing to you while you held that,” I said. “Every night. Do you remember any of the songs?” He shook his head and stepped closer to Talia’s leg. I pulled out a photograph next. “This is us. You, me, and your father. You were just turning and you had just learned to shift for the first time.
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