“Can I carry on living exactly as I have for all of my life so far?” she returned dryly. “I think so.” He held up his hands, displaying his palms in supplication. “You asked for it, Sigma.” She wanted to roll her eyes, but she was suddenly struck. Bowled over by worry, frustration, and need. As far as she knew, “need” wasn’t a negative emotion, but it was pinching into her skin from every angle, sharp and acerbic.
