What was that song? Nisa could almost remember it. Ominous drumbeats and a man’s voice, a repetitive chorus like an incantation. The song had spooked Nisa back then, especially after what her mother told her. She squinted at the label, struggling to read the list of songs in the afternoon’s dying light. And there it was—“Sister Europe.” All at once the words came back to her, along with a rush of yearning she’d been too young to comprehend when she’d first heard it: yearning and threat.
