She wrapped her arms around them and rested her head against her legs. Her entire body shook—she’d managed to hold herself together through not only the incident but also the talk with Captain Fentress and her fellow pilots. All she’d wanted to do was come home and allow the cracks in her composure to splinter, then to rebuild them again. Her hair plastered to her head as she sat there. She lost track of time as she waited for the chills to stop. The sobs arrived before the shivers stopped, but she didn’t move. Only when the water began to cool did she push to her feet. Her limbs shook as she stepped free of the shower and reached for the towel. Her movements were stiff and slow as she dried off. She left the room and walked through the dark of her apartment, her old comfortable robe tied about her waist. Touching one of her flameless luminaries to turn it on, she used the gentle and flickering light to fill her teapot. As it heated, she gathered the items needed to fix her tea.
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