Atmosphere

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

“Houston,” she says. “I think I am the only one left.”

“No men from our group, huh?” Joan asked, and then could not quite believe she’d let that slip. But Antonio laughed. “No,” he said. “I am afraid they were not up to snuff.”

getting off the ship was like walking into your house after a long vacation. That you will get that rare moment of smelling the familiar scent of Earth, before you grow too used to it again to sense it.