THE HATCH TO CHERRY’S shuttle slid open. The light was blinding. Unbearable.
She turned her head to the side and folded her arm over her eyes. Around her, she heard her companions’ vocal reactions as their hatches also opened.
She guessed it must be midday. The sun seemed to be shining directly into their shuttles. After weeks of dim light aboard the threads’ ship, it was going to take some time to accustom themselves to the normal light of day.
Keeping her arm firmly over her eyes, Cherry sat up. Immediately, she felt what she’d been longing for: the air moving over her skin. The breeze was only mild, but it was more than she’d felt for months. She breathed in, savoring the clean scent.
“Hello?” she called out, wondering if anyone was nearby. She hadn’t asked Quinn specifically where
