Kari watched the holo-ad over and over. She knew moving to a newly terraformed moon wouldn’t be cheap. She’d probably have to quit her job too.
But the woman in the ad looked so happy. She clearly wasn’t haunted by bittersweet memories of someone she’d never see again. She stood proudly, alone on the ice; no one around to say they’re sorry for her loss or they made her another casserole or “It’s been a year already, he’d want you to move on.”
Kari dialed the number. “I’d like a one-way ticket to Europa.”
