Interlude

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Was this like the crash? It felt like it, almost; her stomach was dropping low with dread and panic, just as it had when she'd heard those words over the loudspeaker:

"Brace for impact."

She had. She'd braced. She'd gotten into position, just as they'd showed her; Liza always did believe paying attention to instructions was important, even if she'd heard the attendants' monologue multiple times

She'd braced.

And yet, she'd been hurt. She was still hurting.

Brace, brace, brace.

She needed to brace, to protect her heart from Elijah.

But if Liza couldn't protect her body—her mind and her ribs and her spine and her knee and her nose—then how the hell was she supposed to protect anything else?

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