“Again.”
I repeated the pattern.
Marlowe scrambled upright, looking between us.
Noah shut his eye.
His breathing changed.
“Is that the sound?” I asked.
He did not answer.
“Noah?”
His hand caught my shirt.
“Again.”
I gave the signal a third time.
A tear slipped from beneath his closed eyelid.
I turned carefully toward him.
“Tell me what’s happening.”
“I know that sound.”
“You remember it?”
“No.”
The denial came out angry.
“I don’t remember it. I know it.”
His fist tightened.
“It means you.”
My heart lurched.
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
He opened his eye.
The expression in it nearly destroyed me.
“When I hear it, I turn toward you.”
I could not speak.
Frustration twisted his face.
“There’s no picture. I don’t see the yard. I don’t see you calling for me. There’s nothing I can describe.”
