Chapter 14
What cannot be talked about
Cannot be put to rest.
And if it is not,
The wounds will fester
From generation to generation.
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—Bruno Bettelheim
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MIKHAIL
There is nothing more vulgar than a sunrise when you haven't slept for days. Especially when you are flying patrol over a lifeless desert where there is nothing to think about but the ghosts of old mistakes. I don't know what's worse; the fact the chief no longer trusts me? Or the memory of all the times I failed these people? Starting with the day Ninsianna's father showed up at my crashed spaceship to fetch his runaway daughter and I refused to send her packing?
What if? What if?
If I hadn't gotten involved, Ninsianna would be home safe in her own bed. She wouldn't have become a target. She wouldn't have gotten kid
