The Twin's Last Martian Wish
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rapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shivers that had nothing to do with the temperature. Inside, I could hear their muffled la
austion was bone-deep, a constant companion for five
voice sta
lcony. He looked surprisingly out of place in his perfectly tailored suit, a half-empty glass
cker of something unreadable in hi
small smile. "Just
e city. "The air's cleaner inside, and probably
a silent witness to my quiet suffering, to Gisele's publi
d, though my teeth ha
I never understood why you put up with it. The public
remarkable woman, Ada. Talented, intelligent.
ton, a lovesick fool clinging to a billionaire who barely acknowledged my existence. He remembered the public frenzy w
, a familiar answer that satisf
an anyone I know. You even picked up morning-after pills for
sterile aisles, my heart a hollow drum, my hands trembling as I handed the pharmacis
d, his voice softer now. "You deserve better. You al
an ache that never truly disappeared.
I told Jovan, the words
inally going to throw a tantrum. After five years of saintly pa
really did. Everyone saw how much you loved him. How you put up wi
strange lightness in my voice. The misu
er Julian. Everyone thought you were a little mad with grief, maybe trying to hold onto a par
ew yourself at him after Julian's death? People said you were despera
e, every whispered judgment. They ha
he distant city lights. "Every insult, every humiliatio
"Why, Ada? What
was Julian." I reached into the pocket of my dress, my fingers closing around the
es wide with disbelief. "M
dening me. "It's highly classified. Only direct family members of astronauts can
rs of the locket. "He was a candidate. And I wasn't his wife. We
Julian, brilliant, kind, full of dreams, gone in a flash,
for the memorial flight," I said, my voice thi
ently. His usual cynicism was g
other. A direct family member. If I married him, I'd become his spous
. for Julian?" His voi
to spite his family, I think. To show them he could do whatever he wanted. He did
ed him?" Jovan asked, a strange m
. The devoted, heartbroken woman who clung to the memory of her lost love by marrying his ide
ed, shaking his head. "You end
ly. "It was his dream. Our dre
I said, my voice trembling with a triumph that was purely my own. "Today, five years are
shed tears, but also with an unyielding
bare of all pretense, hung heavy between us. The man he thought he knew, the quiet,