He wiped his face and looked away. He tried to continue the story, but his voice cracked. He didn’t realize how hard it would be to talk about all of this, to relive it.
“Maybe another time.” She squeezed his hand, her eyes brimming. “I can only imagine what you’ve seen.”
She stood and stepped over to the kitchen area. “Let me check this fridge and see if there is anything I can make us.”
He cleared his throat. “I need to contact Command.”
Glad for the distraction, Austin fired up the electronics. The equipment seemed archaic compared to what he worked with on Tarton’s Junction, but the simple interface made it easy. The radio’s computer rumbled to life, emerald letters flashing across the screen. Brushing away the spider webs, he pulled the microphone with the large black wind guard c
