I woke from my nap feeling groggy but better. I had the sense, as I splashed cold water on my face, that Sharon felt the same, Oyá too. All three of us were very quiet there in that small bedroom, but the weight of fatigue that we’d carried in didn’t feel quite so heavy anymore. Sometimes, a nap is the very best thing, better than even doing something good.
But we also knew we needed to move. Capers was safe now, at least as best we could tell without going into the future to confirm, and we only had eight hours left with the ship. We had to trust that Charlie and Esther had done their work well because now we had to keep Belinda from undoing it.
I could feel myself getting angry at her, frustrated that she was so frustrated, but then I remembered what it was like for me to be invisible,
