The Borrowed Name

The room stopped moving.

Every conversation that had been drifting separately in its own corner froze at once.

Declan, seated in his chair, stood up.

"Otto died seven years ago," said Declan. His voice flat in the manner of someone trying to hold something back before reacting too quickly.

"Yes," said Grover. He hadn't moved from the doorway.

Lenora set the envelope from Leona down on the table wi