“So how do you know what they want?” he asked. “They all want the same thing.” And strangely, they did. “What? What do they want?” “They want to speak. They want to be heard.” I hadn’t ever put it into words, but the answer felt right. “So they don’t speak but they want to speak?” I nodded once, affirming that Tag was correct. “Why do they want to speak?” “Because that’s what they used to do . . .” I hesitated. “That’s what they used to do, when they were alive?” Tag finished for me.
