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Rosalyn remained silent for a stretch despite Haunt's questions. This was not something that was easy to talk about, and no matter how much it made sense with these visions, she almost resisted. What right did she have to drive for these answers? To pry into this?

But for some reason, she chose to come to her.

She was my - our - adopted daughter. The first of them. But she was killed. It was hard not to go back and see her body, split like that, cast on the stones of the beach. The monster looming overhead. By a bear. That was all that Haunt needed to know. It was hard for Rosalyn to recollect the fight that followed, but she had a sense that the bear was no longer a threat. They had finished it. If they hadn't, then there was no way she would have forgotten, because she would have chased it to the depths of hell for what it had done.