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Leti ignored the female voices around her.
Maybe they’d go ahead if she just left her head under the pillow.
Some being pulled the covers off her and gave her leg a little shake. “Come on, Leti. You can’t cry in bed all day, even if it’s the nicest sleepdisk you’ve ever slept on.”
Bayla.
Sigh.
She emerged from under the pillow and shoved her tangled hair out of her face. Her eyes still stung from all the crying she’d done the night before. Or had it been an entire planet rotation ago? She didn’t know how long she’d been buried in Mina’s covers hoping to wake up to a new reality.
One in which it didn’t feel like her heart had been put in shackles and whipped with an animal hide strap until it gave up and just stopped working. And, of course, that image brought memories of Paal rush
