Chapter Seven
LYING ON HER BACK IN her bunk, her arm over her face, Jas groaned quietly to herself. The mental health assessment hadn’t gone well. In fact, it’d gone very badly. She could have sworn that Sparks had been deliberately, subtly antagonizing, but also, just maybe, she’d let her emotions get the better of her.
Her memory of the encounter was painfully clear.
He didn’t believe her. Despite all her explanations about how the records of her conception were lost, how she’d spent her first few years in a government institution on Mars, how she’d never wanted to have herself tested, she could tell from his expression that he thought she was a natural, and she was lying to cover up the fact.
He gave her a patronizing look, rested a hand on her knee, and said, “You don’t need to say
