She feels her heart lift in savage anticipation of answers, at last, and takes a moment to tamp down on the sense of restoration that is surging in her. Hold on, hold on. There is work to be done. She can’t rely on this, she’s been handed it, though of course hands leave prints. The case has cracks in it, yes, but it is not cracked. Not yet. Settle. Use that fire. Use it, and win .