“Entered?” I asked.
“Yes, entered. I believe your wife has been absorbed into the Weave. What do you know of the child that was born here?”
“That'd be Fiona.”
“Your wife was born here?”
“Yes.”
“In the house you grew up in?”
“Yes”
“How did you meet your wife, Robert.”
“When mum and dad were buying the house, Fiona and I became friends. We lost touch as teenagers. We met again at the funeral of another childhood friend a few years ago.”
“And you didn't think to mention this earlier?”
