The distance was too great for Tessa to make out her features, really—just the pale oval of her face below the dark hair. She was about to ask Jem if he had a telescope with him, when Will made a noise—a noise she had never heard anyone make before, a sick, terrible gasp, as if the air had been punched out of him by a tremendous blow. But it was not just a gasp, she realized. It was a word; and not just a word, a name; and not just a name, but one she had heard him say before. “Cecily.”
