Rhea is in the living room when I finally emerge. My body stiffens; suddenly I become aware that my eyes are undoubtedly puffy and red, and I don't feel like answering her questions if she thinks someone has hurt me.
I don't feel like mentioning Harlan's name ever again.
"Hi," she says softly, closing the book she is reading as she looks up at me. Her expression is full of sympathy and concern. It makes me even more tense. "Are you okay? Lena and Mira said they thought they heard you crying, but didn't want to bother you. I said I'd check on you when you–"
"What time is it?" I ask, shutting my eyes.
The moment I open my mouth to speak, my head begins to ache, like there is a miniscule miner in my brain, chipping away at the inside of my skull and sending blood pulsing so hard in my ear
