Loren sighed while gazing from the passenger window of the truck. McGoven must have broken something in her brain while retrieving her memories. She felt… Different. Her usual urge to cower and hide had been replaced by something else. Insanity? A need to speak up unprompted. Talk back. Even now, she longed to question McGoven more thoroughly, especially when it seemed like he wouldn’t speak at all.

Once again, he had played coy, obscured information, and taken charge of her life—even though most of this new information pertained to her. Her mother. Her past.