Nefretiri
Everyone was right, I'm not ready to do this, but I don't have a choice.
If Ivan told me not to do it, I'm not sure I could've fought him. My head is so tired, and my heart feels heavy. Every time I closed my eyes in the truck, I almost found rest, but my father's voice kept popping into my head. Not him using my voice, but his, and I think it was Black coral fighting hard to regain the ground it'd lost. It worked because all the self-confidence I'd built up here was on shaky ground.
