Exiled to the Stars I Left Him Behind

Summary

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband, Lucas Bennett, handed me a heavy, gold-embossed envelope containing a ten-million-dollar commercial ticket for a civilian expedition to Mars.

I reached out to take it, but before my fingers could brush the cardstock, luminous lines of translucent text—a relentless cascade of floating commentary—fractured the air before my eyes.

[Finally! My blood pressure just leveled out. This idiot has no clue the flight trajectory takes eighty years!]