[ Santana has been quiet since exiting the trial — all her adrenaline is gone now, leaving her hollow and numb. She’ll go where she’s led, staring vacantly into space until Christine starts the meeting. At the mention of letters, Santana seems to regain a little awareness, a little more sharpness. This is a task. Throwing herself into a task is good. It might help lessen the sting.
She walks over to take her letter, then sits next to Christine. In a voice that’s hoarse from all her screaming: ]
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She walks over to take her letter, then sits next to Christine. In a voice that’s hoarse from all her screaming: ]
What does the paper say? The one he slipped you.