She turned and peered at me as if she were probing the tiny gears of a stalled clock rather than gazing into the face of another human being. But this too told me something about her. ‘You knew before you came through that door that we’d arrive at this impasse, Credara Janucha. Which means you already have something to show me.’ Before she could respond, another piece of the puzzle came to me. ‘And the fact that you haven’t already offered that proof means you don’t understand it.’
