Melissa gave him a hug.
All he could do was return her embrace and try to draw out the moment as long as possible. It was silly, he knew, but Harry kept thinking that if he could just stop time, he could prevent her from walking out the door. Prevent her from boarding a starship and flying off into a warzone.
The Overseers could stop time, couldn’t they? Or at least manipulate it. If they could reengineer entire star systems and bring people back from the dead, it wasn’t so ridiculous to think that maybe they could manipulate the fabric of space and time.
Melissa broke their hug, pulling back with her hands on his shoulders. Her lips curled into a small smile. “I’ll be okay,” she said, nodding. “You’ll see. I’ll be back in a few weeks.”
“You sound like those boys I read about in histor
