Then they discovered her great secret, that she was only a heartbroken and lonely girl, and she became of no account at all.

Tentatively, Chih reached out their hand to Rabbit, who took it blindly. “The abbey at Singing Hills would say that if a record cannot be perfect, it should at least be present. Better for it to exist than for it to be perfect and only in your mind.”

“Save that anger,” Mai said with a sigh. “Angry mothers raise daughters fierce enough to fight wolves.”