The Painful Process of

Blurry memories shifted into focus. It all felt rather distant: the pain, the sky, the embrace, and the words falling out of her mouth unbidden. She’d told him, it seemed.For a moment Rishe considered lying; playing it off like she had only told him stories of distant dreams—like she had so many times before. But there was a certain set to his eyes that told her it wouldn’t work.Taking an unsteady breath while slowly pushing herself into a seated position, Rishe asked, “What else did I say?”“Details on living as a merchant and then being revived,” Arnold said. “Not much else.”“Liar.”