All I had ever had to do was stop taking their word for it, and look.

Chapter 5 — I Stopped Arguing With the Voice

I will not pretend to describe what I felt, driving home that night beside my husband, knowing what I now knew and having to keep my face still.

There is no word for it.

But underneath the horror, something hard and clear had taken hold, and it was the same thing that had made me a good auditor: once I know a thing is true, I do not look away from it, no matter how much I would prefer to.

For a week, I acted perfectly normal while I prepared.