She plucked it and turned back. The walk home took only an hour. The whispers did not return.
Rea opened her eyes. The whispering shadows were still there, but they seemed smaller now, like children caught in a lie. kuptimi i emrit rea
Her grandmother laughed, a sound like breaking ice. "No, child. That is what it means in other tongues. But in our home, your name has always meant one thing: she who comes back. " She plucked it and turned back