SHARED CONFESSION
Meteors had grown less frequent, yet the occasional white streak still cut the dark as if the shower refused to finish before they did.
Aurelia sat on the edge of the control console, thighs open, skin flushed despite the freezing air, the wedding band the only thing on her body that retained any warmth. Liora stood between her knees, equally bare, eyes dark and awake. Evren moved behind Aurelia, chest to her back, one arm braced on the console to keep them both steady against the wind that still gusted across the platform.
Liora’s voice was low, almost lost in the thin air. “The night is closing. We take what we came for before the light makes this impossible.”