“Tell me of them,” I said quietly. “About my family?” “Yes. What were they like?” I watched Max’s hands pause, the corners of his mouth tightening ever so slightly. And I watched his eyes go far away, as if dipping his toes into memory. “Too much to say. My father was loud and friendly. My mother shy and reserved.” Cli-ip. More slowly. “I had three brothers and three sisters. Brayan, Variaslus, and Atraclius. And then the twins, Shailia and Marisca. And then Kira.”





