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Aura buried her head in the pillow. Bad, bad sun, shining in from the crannies. She had lost track of time, she didn’t know how long she’d been locked in her room.
She couldn’t face all that right now. They wanted explanations, about her wound, the sleepless nights, the crying, the yellow motorbike she had parked in the garage.
About the blood.
They had even recruited Orestes’ help, but she didn’t even open up for him.
It was her fault, she knew that. If she hadn’t convinced Orosa to meddle, she would be fine now. Up until a few months ago, she was just watching, recording for a distance, then leaving the scene.
If she hadn’t been so excited about all this, if she hadn’t sought her out…
In a different world, Orosa would have found a vantage point so she could o
