“Then give me an address! A street name. Anything.” While he appears to have recovered his cool, my adrenaline level has ratcheted so far up that nothing short of a five-mile run is going to calm me down.

“If they were Progeny, they’ve moved since the news of your death, if not before.”

“You don’t know that!”

“It’s what they do, Audra. Hide in plain sight in large cities or as far off the grid as they can get. Assuming they know who and what they are, they never stay in one place for long.”

How long had I planned to stay in Maine? I hadn’t specified anything about moving after a certain amount of time. I told myself to live a quiet life—to even fall in love. Nothing about moving. Had I thought I would be safe enough, unplugged in the north woods of Maine, to stay indefinitely?

But I wasn’t always aware of what I was. I went to school like a normal kid—college, even, at least for a while, though I don’t know where.

“E-mail,” I say suddenly. I had it at some point. How hard could it be to come up with an address based on my name from a popular service? “Can I see your phone?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Any search for your old name will flag the Scions.”

I ball my fists and get to my feet, drop my hands on top of my head.

Even if I had an old e-mail address, how would I get the password? I’ve effectively deleted the details with which I would have encrypted my life; I wouldn’t know my adopted mother’s maiden name any more than I know the street I grew up on, or the city in which I was born.

“So much for superpowers,” I say sourly. “I couldn’t even get him to find my record.”

Rolan goes still. “You persuaded him . . . and it didn’t work?”

I throw up my arms. “I don’t know. I thought I was persuasive.”

Do I imagine it, or do his shoulders relax? “Not the same thing.”

“Then I guess I don’t know how.”

“You don’t remember how.”

“Whatever!”

Maybe it’s because I’m tired. Maybe it’s because my head is swimming, I’m hungry but can’t eat, amped on adrenaline. I can’t focus. I miss my meds. For too many waking hours in a row I have fervently held to the idea that today I will learn enough to ensure this wasn’t for nothing. That I will rediscover the face or faces behind my choice of anonymity over my own life. But right now I am completely stymied. More than that, I am afraid.