Shara had a temper, not two ways about it. But it was the slow simmering kind that would just explode… if she let it. Rarely had she ever though and she was glad for it. It conjured too many horrible memories of her adolescence and she had no intention of mimicking any of that.

And yet, there were so many thing wrong with how things in the conference room went down that she had needed time. And Micah seemed wise enough to give it to her. But the question then became what to do now. They had to confront the issues, sure, but they were going into a very dangerous mission and both needed to be at their best. Clearing the air would help with that, but there was a very equal possibility that she would come out worse for it. And so might their very new marriage.

As she approached the VIP quarters (what few guest spaces existed on this class of ship), Shara was still trying to figure out what to say to him now that the initial burst of anger had passed. Even as she reached up and pressed the chime, the weight of the situation hung heavily on her, weighing her down physically as much as emotionally.

~Shara