I walked out of the house, resisting every single urge that I had had to slam the door, and closed it softly, lightly, so that I wouldn’t wake Hera. I got the impression that she wasn’t going to be the easiest of people to handle and to explain everything to when she woke up, so logically, I would prefer for her to stay asleep for as long as I could keep it that way. But I couldn’t just sit inside the house and wait for her to do that. And despite how late it was, I had absolutely no desire to sleep. My mind was awake, alive, filled to the very brim with all of these images, these vivid, vivid images, of a life that I had never lived.
One by one, all of Hera’s memories, were now becoming my memories, and I was sure that this exact same thing was busy happening to her—but I feel that bein
