Calista
I woke to the soft ping of my computer, pulling me from sleep, alerting me that I had a new email. It was lunchtime, and strangely I had felt so exhausted that I couldn’t help but nap.
My stomach twisted as I opened it. It was from the council. I read it once, then again, my hopes sunk as I looked at the two words.
Request denied.
They had rejected our plea for medical aid. My chest tightened, disappointment mixing with a growing worry.
I sat up as I remembered overhearing Jack asking Aerion what he planned to do if things got worse. Aerion’s answer was that he would try again. At the time, I had shrugged it off believing they would help out. But now, with the council’s rejection right in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had something else in mind.
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