He reached for the edge of the mask, lifted it from his chin, and she gasped. “No.” She tightened her hold on his arm. “Don’t!” “I can’t see, Atta.” But maybe he meant that he couldn’t see her. Not properly. Not the way he wanted to. In one swift movement, he had the mask off. Atta’s lips parted. Her eyes went wide and glistening in the glow of the lamp. “Sonder.” The way she said his name was like a dagger to his heart. “Atta. You’re a brilliant woman. You had to know it was me.” She was looking at him with what he’d swear was relief, but then she said, “Of course I knew it was you, but now I
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