57. ‘Why Did You Come Here?’
‘Why Did You Come Here?’
His question was quiet
but I could feel the curiosity
and the fire behind it.
I folded my arms around myself.
A sudden feeling of cold
was inside my very bones.
‘I thought I heard my mother.’
I said this quietly,
‘Behind those doors.’
He turned and looked at the doors,
the pool of soft light
that flowed from them.
When he looked back at me
his dark-bright eyes were softer,
and he spoke more gently.
‘That is the world of the dead.
Your mother is not there.
She is an island in a stormy sea.’
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