The Weight of a Name

Lenora didn't move.

The road continued ahead.

Maeve drove.

Leona in the back was very still.

"Dante," said Lenora finally.

"Yes," he said.

"Isolde is Ila," she said.

"Was," said Dante. "Before we met. Before she became who she is now." His voice carried a quality she had never heard from Dante before. Not weakness. Something more like the exhaustion of carrying something heavy for too long. "She l