Now it was Macy's turn to nod. "Sascha." It was the first time she'd ever spoken his name. Noah hadn't named him, of course. Noah didn't even know he existed. "I know who his father is. His biological father, I mean." She straightened out her apron. It was hard to be stuck in your work uniform for eternity. It looked so... tacky. There were stains on it that would never come out. Mustard. Mayonnaise. Blood.
"I'm Macy. Macy Jones. Can you see everyone like me?"