from one to ten (смешанная)

“Did they tell you?” Judy finally asks, and her voice is now quiet and tired. She knows the look in the other woman’s eyes—she’s felt like that before. The attic. Siobhan, crying on the floor.
“Tell me what?”
Judy sighs, wipes at her eyes. Mare’s head is spinning again, her arm pulsing all of a sudden, even though it’s already healed, and has been for a while.
“He can’t remember.”