She got her back at nineteen minutes, in the ambulance, on the second shock, on the road up from Bebek village.
It was not a good return. It was the ugly kind: a shuddering breath, a hand that came up and caught at nothing, and then forty minutes of a woman who did not know where she was and kept asking for somebody called Nazif who had been dead since 1991.
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