"Okay." She sits down again, a little harder than she means to, and for a moment, her head swims. The trap is light between her hands, like a little mess of wire wrapped up in what ought to be a noose. "We all got our jobs to do, right? This is mine."

I can do this, she tells herself, though it doesn't quite drown out the voice answering, Stop being a baby. You know he's right.