IV

Back then, this research mission sounded like a perfect escape.
An escape from the relationship that had cracked into a thousand pieces, just like that old mug Damian fancied.
Escape from the truth that they were right all along.
A way out of all the paperwork, because every time he thought about it, that message popped up in his head, over and over, sending a lump of pain and dread rolling up his throat, cutting his breath short.
That sharp, cold, rasping pain, just like a knife scratching granite.
Perhaps an escape from everything he has said and done in the past few years? No, he wanted to talk to Damian about it. Yet after arriving on the ship, he avoided his brother at all costs.

And deep down, he knew it all along - that no matter how fast and far you run, even at Jupiter there's only as much as you can escape from yourself.
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Mature rating for strong language, death, sibling loss, domestic abuse, violence, suicidal thoughts, alcohol consumption, PTSD, depression

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
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