"What's that?" says Marco, peering at the book Cassie's holding.
It's too late to hide it. "Family photo album. That's me, my mom, and Grammy."
«I can see the connection.» Tobias is perched nearby. Even hawk-shaped, she can tell he's drinking in the photos like he's parched. Marco just looks sad.
"We'll find your mom, Marco," she says. "And Tobias, you have Ax."
«We could get a picture of the six of us.»
"Where would we keep it?" Marco says.
He's right. That picture would be dangerous in the wrong hands. "We couldn't." She smiles at them. "But… we'd know."