SASHAL
ynn picked the iPad up off of the floor. “The screen is cracked. But I think it’s okay.”
Sasha clasped her fingers and squeezed them tightly to stop the shaking. She wanted to strangle her assistant. “Why did you read that?” Sasha asked. She tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in her throat. The heavy sinking weight of blackness—her old friend—was quickly invading the room. No, no, she would not sink down! The God!ess is light. I am filled with light. I am beautiful and loved, Sasha thought.
Lynn just stared, waiting. What did the woman want? “I’m sorry,” her assistant finally said.
Sasha sat down on the edge of the couch, letting Lynn’s fake apology fade into the plush white carpet. The turquoise polish on her big toe was chipped from where she’d stubbed it stepping out
