He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

dealing with isn’t your fault. But understand this: Graham created this mess. Not you. Not me.

He exhaled shakily, and I could hear the horror and relief mixing in his voice.

— What should I tell them?

I looked out at the horizon, at the first sight of home.

— Tell them, — I said softly, — that Fiorina Miles doesn’t fix mistakes for free anymore.

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