Another text from Retta.
It was the pictures she took of the Flight last night. Mireh knew they were the same photos as the ones she took, but she looked at them, going, Oh, so this is Retta's perspective.
Retta's perspective.
Nobody knew Retta's perspective. Not her parents, not Temera, not Mireh. Retta could live her life with a camera strapped between her eyes and a voice recorder documenting every little thing she utters, but that's not her perspective. Not the full one.
After all, in none of these photographs was Retta's moon.
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