28—Broken DishesThe next morning I woke with the scent of blood still fresh in my nose. It made me want to throw up.
As I sat up, trying to calm my stomach, I noticed that Emi was gone, her bedding too. I scrambled over to Toumi, who was still sound asleep, her thumb lodged in her mouth.
“Where’s Emi?” I growled. “What have you done with her?”
Toumi coughed and pushed back at me, but I didn’t let go. “Wha?”
“Where is Emi?” I found my fingers knotted in her shirt.
She blinked blankly.
“Emi. What did you do?”
“Do?” She pushed back at me again, but I held tight. “Do? Retreat. Went to the damn Retreat.”
I tumbled backward. “The... Retreat?”
Toumi wiped the heel of her hand across her face. “Moon time. Her ’n’ Mai. Middle of the damn night. Cleared her bedding and off t’the damn Retrea
