“Domina was there—well, kind of. Dad did it to himself first,” Becca said.
“What the hell you are two talking about? I don’t care about what you do to yourself, Kip, but you had no right.”
“We were running out of time.”
“I don’t know what to think about this,” Ronni said.
“It’s okay, Mom. You need to have faith.”
The three of them stood there in the galley for half a minute. Then Becca put her hands on her hips and let out a long exhale. “Okay, so I should probably tell you guys this.”
“What now?” Ronni said.
“There were times…I remember when I was little. I used to steal Dad’s Wave Patches from his office at the house and put them on.”
“You mean before I allowed you access to the Stream?” Kip said.
“Way before. It started…I can’t remember exactly when, but one morning, the sun re
