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Andromache drowned before the boys could pull her back up through the churning depths. The tempest above thrashed their ship so hard the whole crew nearly went over, she found out later. She passed out and woke up in her cabin, warmer on the outside. Someone had dressed her in a dry shirt and trousers.
Yusuf paced the room, oddly quiet—no, shaken. Andromache let her head fall back against the cot with a soft thump. She was about to get an earful. She didn't care.
Andromache had not felt anything for years, her chest hollowed out stone without Quynh.
