Chapter 39 The Cost Of Rescue

• Training with Wren was exhausting, but not in the way Emily expected. It wasn't the kind of tired that came from a long run or a heavy lift; it was a hollow, shaking kind of fatigue. It felt like she was trying to reach for something inside herself that she’d spent twenty-seven years ignoring, and every time she tried, it left her drained.
• "Again," Wren said. She didn't sound patient, though she wasn't exactly mean—she just had standards that were impossible to meet. She watched Emily’s hands hover over a bowl of silver shavings. "You're treating this like a light switch, Emily. You don't just flip it on. It's more like breathing. You don't 'reach' for a breath—you just let it happen."
• "I don't know how to 'just let it happen' with something I don't even understand," Emily snapped back.