Eli blinked. “You have a rabbit?” She nodded. “He bites sometimes.” For the first time since Jack had found him, Eli smiled. A real one. Rosalind looked at them, then back at Jack. “My name is Rosalind,” she said. “I think we should start there.” Jack told her about Sarah. The hike. The search. The years of not knowing. Eli seeing her outside and saying her name.
By the time he finished, Rosalind looked close to tears. Then she told him her story. She’d been found near the mountains eight years ago. Hurt. Alone. No ID. No phone. The doctors had called it trauma-induced memory loss. She remembered fragments sometimes, but never enough to make sense of them. “And Willow?” Jack asked.