5
“Let’s go!” Tim Maloney stood from the chow table but didn’t head off.
“Go where?” Lola had finished breakfast—for which she’d had dinner—as the sun set, and they were about to have a whole night off. No missions tonight, which was good. For a whole week, all Lola had done was prove that she’d been a total i***t in signing up for SOAR in the first place.
Now, with nothing to do for a whole night, she dreaded what she knew was going to happen. She’d overthink every action for the last week, each flight, each maneuver. She’d dwell on them until she’d spiraled into such a place of depression and self-disgust at her own incompetence that she’d be intolerable to everyone—especially herself. She’d land in a place that reminded her far too much of living with her father. A helpless downward
