“I can guess why you’re here, Nina,” she said to me now. “You don’t need to tell me. But promise me, before you do it, you’ll give me enough warning to turn my head. I—I don’t want to see it happen.” She closed her eyes, as though the scene were unfolding here and now. All these men and women buried beneath mountains of dirt. “Either that, or bury me with them. God knows there’ll be no peace for me after this.”
