'Kare Deths'

Eva's husband E was by her side, his hand warm on her shoulder. They were two days travel to the nearest outpost with secure interstellar communications. As it worked, her husband held her hand as the guard enfolded their heads with a kennig pod and activated the call. She squeezed his fingers as they waited in gray space, anxiety and hope beating a rapid tattoo in her chest. The gray space faded to her daughter sitting on her veranda, a warm smile on her face. Eva hated the pitying pression on her daughter's face. Hated the desolate feeling that her sister, her sibling, was responsible for kaire deths.