Metra slowly and carefully extricated herself from Minerva’s embrace as she stepped away from the bed. As Metra opened the door and slipped into the hallway, Minerva mumbled something and then rolled over and went back to sleep.
Metra found her father waiting impatiently in the hallway. “Are you ready?” he asked curtly. All Metra could do was nod.
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