When she was in need of a female perspective, there was only one woman she trusted: Bess, Art’s sister, Thad’s mom. Bess knew about the Kindred, although she didn’t travel with them and so probably didn’t know too many of the gorier details.
Brodie was still out. Tuck and Thad were still working on their tasks, but Zara had taken a break and stolen a few moments of privacy to come down to the security room and talk to Bess via secure video link.
Zara had relayed what was distracting her to the patient real-time image being beamed from the other side of the country while hoping that Bess would support her point of view. As ever, Bess smiled and listened, but she hadn’t been as empathetic as Zara might have liked her to be.
“So I’m just supposed to sit here and pretend it’s okay that he’s
