Polgara's apartment, Monday afternoon

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Polgara was curled into a little ball on her sofa under a heavy throw, a box of tissues at hand. She was desperately trying to convince herself that she wasn't really feeling this upset, that she had distanced herself from the world before and could do it again if she had to. That the fact that he was gone shouldn't make her cry.

She was, in essence, miserable.