TEN YEARS AFTER LEAVING CONCORDIA
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PEOPLE WOULD OFTEN say, as if sympathizing, it must be hard growing up on a starship, but it was the only life Miki knew. She vaguely remembered the place she’d been born, and she had even fainter memories of Mom—she wasn’t sure how real they were, or if her mind had only created them from what Dad had told her—but nearly all her childhood had been spent on the Sirocco. The ship was her home and the people aboard were her family even though they weren’t related to each other.
Her favorite people, after Dad, were Auntie Cherry and Auntie Wilder. That was what she used to call them. These days, she called them just Cherry and Wilder. It was more grown up. Nina had copied her, like she always did.
Miki sighed and rolled her eyes.
“What’s wrong
