“Yeah, Ezren, I’d rather you not run off to the most dangerous planet in the system in direct line of sight of a murderer, but I’d rather cut off my hand again than let you do it alone. Besides…” He massaged his right palm, his face softening. “It’s your dad. I get it.” An unexpected sob caught in Ezren’s chest, relief and love cascading through her. “Thank you, Foster.”
