Dura Mater
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Dear Mom,
I’m sorry I won’t be there for Christmas, and I’m sorry I left without explaining everything to you, but...I signed onto the Kepler colony mission. It was an opportunity I just couldn’t pass up. They were looking for civilians with certain tech skills—I have ‘em because of my coding and quantum networking background—and they’re paying a ridiculous amount of money.
Andres has been sick with worry about little Marilu’s brain tumor and the bills, and...I just made the bills go away! She’ll be talking by the time I get back, but she will be talking, and walking, and my little brother won’t be bankrupt. I hope that’s worth a couple of missed Christmases.
It’s a four-day shuttle flight to the hyperspace portal, and then I’ll be onboard
