“Power’s out again,” Esma’s father shouted from the living room.
“Doran?” Michaela says. “I don’t like you.”
The call comes in the evening, though it’s morning on the other side of the world.
I used to think my mother had me by accident.
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I knew the children had no names, though I didn’t understand it.