Sophie pulled a comm terminal closer, glancing at Sera and Brooks still hunched over the same wall of screens, and dialed.
It rang twice before Kelvin picked up, his face resolving on the small display, sun-kissed already, sunglasses pushed up into damp hair.
"Sophie!" He grinned wide. "Hey! How's it going, you good?"
"I'm good. How are you? How's—" Sophie hesitated half a beat. "How's Diana?"
"Oh, you mean my wife?" Kelvin said it slow, savoring every syllable, clearly delighted with the chance to say it out loud again.
Sophie rolled her eyes so hard Brooks actually glanced over.
"She's great," Kelvin continued, unbothered. "Swimming right now, actually, somewhere off the east beach. My dad bought me an island, Sophie. An actual island. As a wedding gift. I still don't fully believe that's a real sentence I get to say about my own life." He laughed, disbelieving all over again. "Anyway. What's up? Why're you calling?"
