“He should have been back in Paris,” her mother said. “He should have been with his cousins, not on this fucking nightmare of a planet.” “I know,” her father said. “I hate it here. I want to go home.” “I know, Dot. I want to go home too.” Cara felt the words like a punch. Home? They wanted to go home? They were home. This was home. What they meant was Earth, where she’d never been, where she didn’t belong. Where Xan didn’t belong.
