You and I have never resolved what happened to Zungvilda. We’ll have to decide after the ending. Feeling anxious, unsettled, Goombeldt is approaching his house when he hears the sirens. Someone else must have already called. His mind is empty. He’s not sure he will have the right words to tell Zungvilda about all of this. He’s not sure he wants to talk to her ever again.

Your eyes are sad. You have just realized something. For all the lack of explanation we have provided for Zungvilda’s absence, it’s her absence that has caused Goombeldt this perpetual splinter in his conscience. The little girl remains stuck in Goombeldt’s mind, in yours, in mine. We hold her death in our hands.

How can we ever recover from something like that?

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