Ivan
The hospital kitchen had slowly become a meeting room for us. More than once in the past months, it's where we'd ended up having serious discussions, and today was no exception. Nefera sat safely in my lap, her legs draped over mine as Cabe poured the cut carrots into the bowl for Trip. I know Nefera can look at him and only sees Odette, but I can't. It's easy for me to call him Cabe, even though I know he or she doesn't care either way.
