“Exterior public address, please.”
“Exterior on.”
“Please clear the area. An explosive device has been attached in an attempt to sabotage this ship. Removal will be attempted shortly. Please clear the area immediately.”
Her exterior monitors showed people backing away.
“Chetty, right?” Sharif muttered, shielding his eyes from the displays, as though not seeing the people in them might reduce the noise in his head.
“I'm afraid so.”
“Her terror as she fell …”
She saw his face was haunted.
“I felt as if I died with her.”
People's tragedies—their untimely deaths, the losses of loved ones, the ravages of natural disasters—were so easy to see for Nadika, and so easy to dwell upon. She knew what tragedy awaited Sharif if he didn't discipline himself.
“Professor, I need your help with th
