Ethan's POV
Yuki doesn't touch her food.
Neither do I. We sit side by side in the mess, the two trays going cold between us.
Across the room, the surgeon eats with her head down. After that first glance, she doesn't look our way again.
I brought Yuki here because I didn't know where else to put her.
The annex is where a child was left alone to run a fever. The officers' wing is where Lyra is.
Right now, I don't want my daughter anywhere near Lyra — and the thought, I don't want my daughter near Lyra, is foreign enough that I don't dare examine it too closely.
"Daddy." Yuki's voice is small. "Is she never going to want us? Not ever?"
I don't have to ask who she is. There's only one she in this world who puts that look on my daughter's face.
"She's just confused right now," I say. "
