The Cost of Satisfaction

Fiona covered the distance between herself and Sylvie in fifteen deliberate steps and stopped directly in front of her. Not to the side. Not at an angle that suggested deference or uncertainty. Directly in front, close enough that Sylvie could see every detail of her face, the way weeks of this had carved something permanent into the space around her eyes.

Sylvie stared at Fiona who was staring da