Chapter 44
Amundsen Station, Mars
After Riley’s confession, we went back to work discovering who Emrys might have contacted for help. His communication records didn’t show anything. The man had few contacts, and those recordings he had were unexceptional.
“I’m not finding anything here,” Riley said, returning from searching through Emrys’ belongings. “I had no idea he was so cut off from everyone.”
I had discovered three recordings that Emrys had made to Riley. Each, asking her out to dinner, and in each she turned him down, gently, compassionately, encouraging him to see others. Even offering to help set him up with someone. Each time he refused.
I hadn’t said anything, but there must have been something in my body language that Riley read. She came over and placed a hand on my shoul
