A Test of Courage (Star Wars: The High Republic)

by Justina Ireland

Honesty startled awake. His first thought, of all possible things, was My father is dead. He ached with it. He remembered the first time he’d lost a molar in the back of his mouth. The tooth had fallen out, the same as most of his milk teeth, but the space left behind had been bigger, more noticeable. Knowing that his father was gone was like that, like sticking the tip of his tongue into that space where there should have been something, but instead there was only emptiness.