The Heartwood Pouliá

Antigone listened to Sorcha without speaking. His eyes lingered on her expression, hoping to pull insight from the changes on her face. The girl was still a stranger to him. Unable to read into how she might be feeling about her missing partner, he was forced to assume. She probably felt lost. She probably felt powerless. Reflecting on these things conjured images of Tamar, Zulema, and Zosime.

Do you know where Stratos lives? Maybe he will have answers, Antigone asked after a moment of thought.

The idea of sharing a husband was peculiar. He didn’t wish to comment on this part of what she had shared.