When I close my door and return to my cam, I feel ten pounds lighter.
What is it about tonight?
Why all of the signs? Why all of the signals?
Why does it feel like the fates are bending me toward a very specific—and daring—path?
Is there hidden virtue in breaking a promise?
A promise I should never have made?
I sit on the edge of my bed. At once, Captain sends me another private message: I had hoped I didn’t go too far. Please tell me you’ve considered it. Have you made up your mind, Zak?
To the cam—not to the screen—I focus my eyes. That way, I know that to Captain, it’ll feel like I’m looking right at him. I give him my sharpest, surest look, straight into his hypothetical eyes.
And I give my answer: “I’ll be there.”
To Be Continued …