Everything is blurry. My eyes scrabble to find purchase, but each effort rams needles into my brain. I stumble in, too much in agony to wonder what my Husband will think of this display of weakness. “Are you alright?” Shale asks. I go to the kitchen, and he follows. It is when my headaches nestle their poison darts into my brain that I wish I could extinguish myself. I imagine a wet finger and thumb cradling me. A quiet sizzle, smoke and silence, and an exquisite absence of feeling. I tip sideways, feel Shale catch me. “Vika, do you need a doctor?” “No. Headache.” I fill a glass with water from the drum, pour the contents down my constricted throat. “Has this happened before?” I squint at him, at his concerned face. I wonder if he pretends to care because he has a role to fulfill. Like all the times my mother gave me or Ceres or Mica medication to bring down a fever, simply because it was what was expected. Clearly there was no further motivation for her having kept us safe while we were in her care.
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