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“Same thing.”
“No.”
“It feels the same.”
“That does not make it true.”
I wanted to argue.
Tivid called first.
“Found her.”
I was moving before he finished.
“Where?”
“Still aboard.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“Rehabilitation compartment.”
“How?”
He sounded annoyed.
Good.
“Medical cleared her for movement. A rehabilitation volunteer escorted her to low-gravity therapy. Transport generated a transfer status when her bunk assignment changed decks.”
Scarlet swore.
I almost did.
“She never left the ship?”
“No.”
“Did she consent?”
“Yes. Rehabilitation has signed consent.”
I sat down.
My knees had stopped being reliable.
Vessa’s daughter had been safe the entire time.
That should have made me feel better.
It did.
For about ten seconds.
Then I got angry again.
