Zoran glanced across the table, worried, as Abby picked at her food again, pushing it from one side of the plate to the other, never eating more than a bite or two. She was losing weight and dark shadows appeared under her eyes. She seldom talked to Zoran unless he talked to her first.
They had been traveling for over two weeks, and she became quieter the closer they got to Valdier. He reached out for the symbiot on her wrists to see if they would tell him anything, but as soon as he connected with them, they withdrew from him.
Slamming his hand down on the table, he watched as Abby jumped, “What is wrong? You must tell me, Abby. I watch each day as you fade further and further away from me.”
Abby refused to look Zoran in the eye. “I’ve never turned you away.” And she hadn’t—she couldn’
