Sara felt the world tilt. “So what’s the sequence for?”
Sara looked at the note again: Sara Calixto Kathrin 3 Kate Carvajal Anny Smith.
“Weird,” she whispered, but the summer afternoon was slow, and curiosity had teeth. Sara Calixto Kathrin 3 Kate Carvajal Anny Smith...
“Finish what?” Sara asked.
The girl looked up. “You found the note,” Kathrin 3 said in a small voice. “Good. Now we can finish it.” Sara felt the world tilt
The Five Names
What if “3” wasn’t a number? What if it was a name? Kathrin Three. Or a code: the third Kathrin? “Finish what
“That was twenty years ago,” Anny said softly. “Before they wiped our memories. Before they scattered us. We were part of an experiment. The note is the key. Each of our names, in order — it’s a sequence to unlock something we hid from ourselves.”
Sara Calixto, Kathrin, 3, Kate Carvajal, Anny Smith.
“Kate Carvajal. I’m not missing anymore. But you will be, unless you come with me now.”
Anny Smith slid a photograph across the table. It showed five girls at a summer camp, smiling, arms around each other. Sara recognized herself — but she’d never been to that camp. Never met these people.