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“Should I be told what?” Lena’s voice cracked.

She tucked the book under her arm and walked to the circulation desk. The librarian—a woman with kind eyes and a name tag that read Ms. Odhiambo —scanned the barcode without looking up. bornface biology book

She’d had the biopsy because of the headaches. The auras. The strange moments where words turned into sounds without meaning, where her mother’s face became a collection of shapes she had to reassemble. The neurologist had said benign rolandic variant, nothing to worry about. But the biopsy had been unremarkable, and the symptoms had stopped, and Lena had stopped thinking about them. “Should I be told what

“Bornface Omondi,” Marcus read. “Who’s that?” Odhiambo —scanned the barcode without looking up

“How did this book get here?” Lena asked.

“No way,” Marcus breathed. “That’s your—”