The call disconnected and silence filled the room. She hated lying to her mother, even though she hadn’t told any lies. She was tired. Things were unsettled. Still, it felt dishonest not to unburden herself, her frustration and disappointment of her first day married to an alien.
One thing was certain, she and Rohn needed to have a serious conversation.
To keep herself occupied, and since she didn’t know anyone—other than Jaxar and that rude medic—she tidied up the room, starting with the laundry on the floor, which she gathered up and ran through the cleaning unit. Once she picked up the laundry, made the bed and folded it away, she cleaned off and wiped down the counter in the small kitchenette. Freshly tidied, the space felt a bit less chaotic and more reasonable.
Half-completed mode
