Epilogue

The week before the exams turned into a real torment and torture of the body. Irene walled herself in textbooks, drowned in terminology, choked on rules. If in practice she was at least half sure, then things turned out badly with theory.

Only late at night, when Irene lay down and, before falling into a strong and short sleep, thought about Crystal, did the realization come that she was just hiding. Avoids serious conversation, responsibility ...

So two days before the exams, she went to the library, wanted to look up information about True Pairs, but failed. She sat and thoughtfully drew patterns on the table until a red-haired...