It’s a small cut but it bleeds freely. Ten pairs of golden eyes face me in the misty cold freezer. Hitting the icy air, the stream from my wound slows quickly, the perfect consistency for everyone present to have a single drop. I won’t have anyone dissolving into sunshine this morning.

Amun stands behind me, his fingers digging into my shoulder with anxious tension. He had already voiced his opposition to this plan. It was too intimate. I’d be sharing too much of myself ...