“It isn’t true. What she said about you not being conscious. None of it makes sense. She’s playing at something. It’s a game.” “Yes,” Evrim said. And in the dim light Ha could see Evrim was crying. Their face was wet with tears, though there was no quaver in their voice. “Yes. It’s a game. It’s always been a game for her. Now—I’d like to be alone for a while.”
MY BABY
