On impulse, I graze my fingertip across the engraving. Faint female laughter coils within my ear, as if carried on a breeze. I frown curiously and retrace the lettering. More faint laughter echoes, a high, playful giggle like that of a response to a tickle. It’s joined by others. “Can you hear that?” “Hear what?” Annika asks.
Foreshadowing
