He wept. Then he laughed. Then he got to work.
His hand hovered over the Confirm button.
He was staring at a photo of his mother—she’d been gone five years, lost to the silence of deep-space dementia. Her smile had faded before her body did. Leo’s chest ached with a familiar, hollow rhythm.
He wept. Then he laughed. Then he got to work.
His hand hovered over the Confirm button.
He was staring at a photo of his mother—she’d been gone five years, lost to the silence of deep-space dementia. Her smile had faded before her body did. Leo’s chest ached with a familiar, hollow rhythm.