“That’s computer-talk. Stop it.” A pause. “I’m afraid, Sanda.” She breathed out, emptying her lungs down to the bottom of her belly. “Me too. But I’ve got your back, Bero, and I need to know you’ve got mine, too.” “I do not have a back.” She laughed. “Fine. I’m looking out for you. You look out for me, too. Okay?” “Okay.”
