The hospital wanted to settle. So did the security team and GenM.

Sam lay in his bunk (at home, finally) listening to all the adults in his family argue about what they should ask for, what they could get.

“Does what I think matter?” Sam muttered.

The room fell silent.

After a long moment, his mom said, “Well, of course, Sam, but I don’t know if you fully understand—”

“What happened to me? What the ship tried to do to me? How we might be able to keep this from happening again?”

Sam’s dad ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right, son. You’ve earned the right to speak your mind. It’s your interviews and your incredible restraint in that cell that even gives us something to work with. What...

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