Chapter 10A buzz at her door surprised Margot. She glanced at the time. Just after 06:00. She stood up, cinched her robe tighter around her and opened the door. Izzy stood there, holding two insulated mugs.
“Hey,” Izzy said, voice softer than usual. “Mind if I come in?”
Part of Margot wanted to say yes, she did mind, because she wanted to go on wallowing in her misery. But another part told her she needed someone with her right now—and that someone should be Izzy, if at all possible. She stepped aside to let Izzy in.
“Ah, sorry, I’m not dressed.” Her hair was still wrapped in a towel. She’d needed to wash everything, head to toe, after the rescue. No blood had got on her. None of the filth of the charnel house stasis chambers had touched her up on the catwalk, but she felt as if she cou
