“What happened with her?” “Who?” “Your daughter.” Avasarala closed her terminal. “Arjun sang to her until she stopped. It took about three hours. He sat on the counter and went through all the songs we’d sung to them when they were little. Eventually, Ashanti let him lead her to her room and tuck her into bed.” “You hated him too, didn’t you? For being able to help her when you couldn’t.”
