Emilia's hands were shaking again.
She'd noticed it twenty minutes ago when she'd tried to pour water into the ceramic pot on her windowsill and missed entirely, soaking the wood beneath. Now she was on her second attempt, holding the watering can with both hands and focusing on the narrow opening like it was the most important task in the world, because if she focused on the marigolds then she wasn't focusing on the replay loop burning behind her eyes.
Her phone was wedged between her shoulder and her ear. Leia's voice came through relentlessly.
"I'm watching it again. For the ninth time. Ninth. And I still can't figure out what the fuck just happened."
"You and everyone else," Sarah said.
Emilia tipped the can. Water hit the soil. Some of it even went where she wanted.
