The kitchen light hummed on a half second before it actually brightened, and Sophie stood in front of it holding a mug she hadn't filled yet, staring at nothing.
Her hand wasn't shaking anymore. It had been, for the first ten minutes after she'd sat up in bed, and she'd counted that as progress even while she wasn't sure what she was recovering from.
'It's never lied to me before,' she thought, watching the coffee machine cycle through its motions without really seeing it. 'Every time it's shown me something, it's meant something. That's the whole point of it. That's why I trust it enough to act on it in the field, even when it doesn't make sense yet.'
'So why does this one feel different.'
The coffee machine gurgled behind her, and she didn't move to catch the cup underneath it.
