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Olya was nice even as the words piled up like pebbles in her throat.
How tidy of the police to throw all their efforts into looking for two small white bodies.
Even when Revmira was awake, she was dreaming.
Inna had decided to be capable. It was easy for Inna; the man she loved was alive.
But now she would live. She had to. It was what she did: live while others could not. There was no pleasure in it.
One hand came up to press on her sternum. Her heart hurt. If Marina could peel off her left breast, crack back her ribs, and grip that muscular organ to settle it, she would.
