Papa Nico stayed with me till the fire burned out. Then he returned home with a babe in arms, tucked up inside his greatcoat. He was loathe to leave us all there, but could do nothing more. I was gone with the farmer and his wife.

Or so he believed.

He would return to see to our burial the next morning, but in the night he had a child to care for. A newborn girl.

A child who unbeknownst to him carried a sliver of my spirit within her soul.

"Nan," Kelty said. "What name did the farmer's wife give her?"