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A small group of people was gathered near a conference room. Flight directors, engineers, support staff-and among them stood a woman Sarah recognized instantly.
For a moment, the world seemed to slow.
Christina Koch.
Sarah hadn't seen her in years.
The last time they'd stood in the same room, they had been teenagers wearing matching cheerleading uniforms, laughing about homework and weekend plans. Back then, they had spent nearly every day together.
Now Christina stood confidently among NASA's finest, dressed in a flight suit bearing her name and mission insignia. She looked older, of course. More experienced. More accomplished.
But unmistakably the same.