A woman in her early forties came to a stop just beside my table, accompanied by a little girl. I recognized the girl as Chloe, the six-year-old who’d wanted to be my friend. Her mother I also recognized from the hallway, a tall, dark-skinned, beautiful woman wearing a soft orange blouse.
“What happened to Evelyn?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“Oh, she’s fine,” Cameron replied, smiling. “We took care of her. She’s recovering well in the medical bay right now. We have a doctor aboard who’s looking after her, and she should be good to go pretty soon. We asked her who had attacked her, but she said she didn’t know, that it happened after the lights went out and she couldn’t see anything. She said she was just pushed into the maintenance room and stabbed right there.”