She’d never experienced a sense of awe. Never even known what people were talking about when they went on and on about some sunset or the sweep of stars in a clear night sky. But now she was feeling something. She couldn’t see. It was as black as if her eyes had been gouged out. (A thought that made her smile at memories of Cigar.) And yet she knew where she was going. Her cut foot no longer mattered. When she stubbed her toe on a rock it didn’t matter. That she had to feel her way along the narrow path with her hands out like a blind person, it didn’t matter, none of it, because she could feel … feel something so great, so, so magnificent. She’d never been here before, but it was a homecoming anyway. She laughed out loud. “You can feel it, can’t you?” Penny was startled by the voice. It was coming from where Drake had been but it was a girl’s voice. Of course: Brittney. “I feel it,” Penny confirmed. “I feel it.” “When you get closer you’ll hear his voice inside you,”
