“Let me start from the beginning. My name—” “I know,” she said. “It’s Enosh.” She watched the reaction on his face and suddenly regretted speaking so soon. Was he about to lie to her? It was probably a good thing if she had let him, because then she would have a reason to walk out. But maybe she wanted to give him all the chances she could. He was silent longer than she was comfortable with. “You had dreams,” she admitted at last. “You said, stay back. I’m just Enosh. It sounded like you were fighting someone.”
