Samantha

Three hours later, I was landing on a small refugee planet called Ambrosia. Alva had gotten me a temporary visa and loan to stay here and the name of a good lawyer who saw cases like mine. The entire spaceship ride, I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Like the hairs on the back of my neck would stand straight up. But when I glanced behind me, it was only other passengers. No Knox. No Angeliminir.

Disappointment churned in my gut. Half of me had ...