"...because that day, there was a lot of bad news for you to process, and I preferred to divert your mind rather than saying something that felt like demanding your attention on me. And before you say anything, I didn't want to tell anyone, because I didn't want to curse the day and bring something unfortunate down. Call me foolish, but I thought without attention, the day had the best chance of being peaceful."

She exhales quietly, remembering all the paper flowers she had folded, each with that wish for a calm day.

"Only one other person in this entire ship knows it happened, and it's not for lack of wanting to tell you." A tiny, tiny pause. "January thirteenth."