This was why I wanted a link for her. I wanted her to be able to tell me, without speaking, without Ronald knowing, what she needed. I didn’t want to guess.
"It’s all right," I said to her. "Dr. Caro won’t hurt you."
She jutted out her chin, squeezed her eyes closed, as if she couldn’t face him when she spoke, and took a deep breath. Ronald waited, breathless.
I thought, not for the first time, that it was a shame he did not have children of his own.
"They shut me off," she said.
"Who?" His voice held infinite patience.
Do you know what’s going on? I sent him.
He did not respond. His full attention was on her.
"The Red Crescent," she said softly.
"The Red Cross," I said. "On the Moon. They were the ones in charge of the orphans-"
"Let Echea tell it," he said, and I stopped, flushing. He had never rebuked me before. At least, not verbally.
"Was it on the Moon?" he asked her.
"They wouldn’t let me come otherwise."
"Has anyone touched it since?" he asked.
She shook her head slowly. Somewhere in their discussion, her eyes had opened. She was watching Ronald with that mixture of fear and longing that she had first used with me.
"May I see?" he asked.
She clapped a hand to the side of her head. "If it comes on, they’ll make me leave."
"Did they tell you that?" he asked.
She shook her head again.
"Then there’s nothing to worry about." He put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back on the lounge. I watched, back stiff. It seemed like I had missed a part of the conversation, but I knew I hadn’t. They were discussing something I had never heard of, something the government had neglected to tell us. My stomach turned. This was exactly the kind of excuse my husband would use to get rid of her.
She was lying rigidly on the lounge. Ronald was smiling at her, talking softly, his hand on the lounge’s controls. He got the read-outs directly through his link. Most everything in the office worked that way, with a back-up download on the office’s equivalent of House. He would send us a file copy later. It was something my husband insisted on, since he did not like coming to these appointments. I doubted he read the files, but he might this time. With Echea.
Ronald’s frown grew. "No more dreams?" he asked.
"No," Echea said again. She sounded terrified.
I could keep silent no longer. Our family’s had night terrors since she arrived, I sent him.
He glanced at me, whether with irritation or speculation, I could not tell.
They’re similar, I sent. The dreams are all about a death on the Moon. My husband thinks-
I don’t care what he thinks. Ronald’s message was intended as harsh. I had never seen him like this before. At least, I didn’t think so. A dim memory rose and fell, a sense memory. I had heard him use a harsh tone with me, but I could not remember when.
"Have you tried to link with her?" he asked me directly.
"How could I?" I asked. "She’s not linked."
"Have your daughters?"
"I don’t know," I said.
"Do you know if anyone’s tried?" he asked her.
Echea shook her head.
"Has she been doing any computer work at all?" he asked.
"Listening to House," I said. "I insisted. I wanted to see if-"
"House," he said. "Your home system."
"Yes." Something was very wrong. I could feel it. It was in his tone, in his face, in his casual movements, designed to disguise his worry from his patients.
"Did House bother you?" he asked Echea.
"At first," she said. Then she glanced at me. Again, the need for reassurance. "But now I like it."
"Even though it’s painful," he said.
"No, it’s not," she said, but she averted her eyes from mine.
My mouth went dry. "It hurts you to use House?" I asked. "And you didn’t say anything?"
She didn’t want to risk losing the first home she ever had, Ronald sent. Don’t be so harsh.
I wasn’t the one being harsh. He was. And I didn’t like it.
"It doesn’t really hurt," she said.
Tell me what’s happening, I sent him. What’s wrong with her?
"Echea," he said, putting his hand alongside her head one more time. "I’d like to talk with your mother alone. Would it be all right if we sent you back to the play area?"
She shook her head.
"How about if we leave the door open? You’ll always be able to see her."
She bit her lower lip.
Can’t you tell me this way? I sent.
I need all the verbal tools, he sent back. Trust me.
I did trust him. And because I did, a fear had settled in the pit of my stomach.
"That’s okay," she said. Then she looked at me. "Can I come back in when I want?"
"If it looks like we’re done," I said.
"You won’t leave me here," she said again. When would I gain her complete trust?
"Never," I said.
She stood then and walked out the door without looking back. She seemed so much like the little girl I’d first met that my heart went out to her. All that bravado the first day had been just that, a cover for sheer terror.
She went to the play area and sat on a cushioned block. She folded her hands in her lap, and stared at me. Ronald’s assistant tried to interest her in a doll, but she shook him off.
"What is it?" I asked.
Ronald sighed, and scooted his stool closer to me. He stopped near the edge of the lounge, not close enough to touch, but close enough that I could smell the scent of him mingled with his specially blended soap.
"The children being sent down from the Moon were rescued," he said softly.
"I know." I had read all the literature they sent when we first applied for Echea.
"No, you don’t," he said. "They weren’t just rescued from a miserable life like you and the other adoptive parents believe. They were rescued from a program that was started in Colony Europe about fifteen years ago. Most of the children involved died."
"Are you saying she has some horrible disease?"
"No," he said. "Hear me out. She has an implant-"
"A link?"
"No," he said. "Sarah, please."
Sarah. The name startled me. No one called me that any more. Ronald had not used it in all the years of our reacquaintance.
The name no longer felt like mine.
"Remember how devastating the Moon Wars were? They were using projectile weapons and shattering the colonies themselves, opening them to space. A single bomb would destroy generations of work. Then some of the colonists went underground-"
"And started attacking from there, yes, I know. But that was decades ago. What has that to do with Echea?"
"Colony London, Colony Europe, Colony Russia, and Colony New Delhi signed the peace treaty-"
"-vowing not to use any more destructive weapons. I remember this, Ronald-"
"Because if they did, no more supply ships would be sent."
I nodded. "Colony New York and Colony Armstrong refused to participate."
"And were eventually obliterated." Ronald leaned toward me, like he had done with Echea. I glanced at her. She was watching, as still as could be. "But the fighting didn’t stop. Colonies used knives and secret assassins to kill government officials-"
"And they found a way to divert supply ships," I said.
He smiled sadly. "That’s right," he said. "That’s Echea."
He had come around to the topic of my child so quickly it made me dizzy.
"How could she divert supply ships?"
He rubbed his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Then he sighed again. "A scientist on Colony Europe developed a technology that broadcast thoughts through the subconscious. It was subtle, and it worked very well. A broadcast about hunger at Colony Europe would get a supply captain to divert his ship from Colony Russia and drop the supplies in Colony Europe. It’s more sophisticated than I make it sound. The technology actually made the captain believe that the rerouting was his idea."