“What's wrong with your face? Why are you frowning like that?”

“Nothing. I'm reading a novel, Ave.”

Cammila lowered the book from her face. She looked across the room, where her sister was doing physiotherapy to train her leg muscles that had not been used for walking for a long time. Avery occasionally winced in pain when her therapist told her to step on a plank.

“I see you're not really focused on your book.”

“You turned into a psychic after waking up from a coma, huh?”

Ms. ...