Hope was two years and three months old when she accidentally opened a rift instead of closing one, which was—I mean the Covenant researchers had said this might happen during training but somehow I'd convinced myself our daughter was too skilled for that kind of mistake.
Turns out powerful doesn't equal infallible. Who knew.
"I not mean to!" Her voice came out panicked while reality literally tore open three feet from where she was standing. "I was smoothing and it went wrong and now there's a big wrinkle and—"
The rift was maybe two feet across and growing, pulling energy from somewhere that made my hybrid senses scream warnings, and Vera was already moving with the Covenant response team but they'd need at least thirty seconds to contain it.
We didn't have thirty seconds.
