Anya took the tea and drank in silence, trying to formulate her thoughts. "I.. I wish I understood," she said softly. "The police could not explain what happened, only that he was.. Gone." Anya took a shaky breath. Her words sounded strange to her, as if they were coming from a different person's throat. She couldn't even be certain which language she was speaking in, English or Romani.
She sat down in one of the chairs at the table, her hands cupped around the warm mug. "I am worried about Wanda. It was very hard for her when our mother died.. In my world."