She looked not at me but slightly past me, as if listening to a voice over my shoulder.
“We are Ada,” she said.
The words were calm, neither theatrical nor confused. The room did not erupt. Lenora merely folded her hands tighter in her lap. Silas closed his eyes.
I crouched so I was level with the girl. “No. You are you. The others are the others. What is your given name?”
For the first time, something like pity crossed her face. “I know what you mean, doctor. I only do not know how to answer it the way you want.”