Page 291 of Commander’s Mate
Oren’s face broke.
“It’s me.”
“No.”
He stepped closer.
I got between them.
Not touching either.
“Stop.”
“She is my sister.”
“I know.”
“She knows me.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes flashed.
“What does that mean?”
Behind me, the woman was shaking.
Nora came to her side.
Slow.
Visible hands.
No touch.
“She has been rescued for six minutes,” I said.
Oren looked at me as if I had struck him.
“I waited two years.”
“I know.”
“You do not.”
He was right.
“I don’t.”
That helped more than arguing.
Nora spoke quietly with the woman.
After a moment, she looked at me.
“No contact.”
Oren heard.
