"Eva Blume," the woman said, lifting her chin. "My granddaughter named her that, once. The family keeps names like heirlooms. May I…?"
Kama read it twice because the name looked strange when written: three words that fit together like puzzle pieces. She laughed once, nervous, and when she looked up Eva was gone. The hallway smelled of rain. kama oxi eva blume
"Why me?" Kama asked. "Why me, of all people?" "Eva Blume," the woman said, lifting her chin