She winked and left me sitting by the fire, attempting to hold together the shattered pieces of my heart and stunned that I had been unaware I was speaking to Miryam, Mosheh’s sister—the same woman who had ensured her brother’s safety in the little basket on the Nile, and who stood with courage before Pharaoh’s daughter as a young girl, and the woman who had taught Reva to be a midwife decades ago.
