“And what happens to me?”
“What’s her diagnosis?”
“She was seven years old when she fell into the well behind our house,” Voss continued. “She was down there for six hours before we found her. When she came out, she was different. She knew things. She would wake up screaming about a city made of teeth, a river that flowed backward, a woman with no face who lived in the dark between stars. I thought it was trauma. I thought—I hoped—it was just her mind trying to make sense of the fall.” charlotte sartre assylum
You closed the well, the voice said. You put a stone over it and you grew up and you forgot. But your forgetting was a door, Lena. And you left it unlocked. “And what happens to me