Annmar's Dilemma: PArt Two

In the discipline of astrophysics, practitioners would say that Annmar lived in a complex world, one whose existence relied on a very delicate dance between the two suns that lit the sky of her planet each day.

Worlds harboring life in two sun systems are not rare, but ones that remain stable long enough for an intelligent species such as hers to thrive are. And hers was the only planet among the seven in that system that met all the requirements for the billion year evolutionary time frame needed for animals to develop, which question the reason for their own existence.

Two species had climbed that evolutionary ladder, but one had stalled, and only Annmar's lineage had reached the level of understanding just how much of a role the celestial dance of her two suns played in their daily well being.

"Aren't you late for work?"  Rahn asked her after opening the curtains in their room to let the first rays from Sol one bathe the room in its blue white light.

"I'm not going in today," Annmar replied, "I'm going to stay home with you and the kids."

"You, staying home? You've got to be kidding. You've almost lived in that damn astronomy facility for the past few months. The kids were deciding on whether to vote you out of the family due to lack of interest."

Annmar managed a very weak smile before she answered, "What I was doing was important. I needed to make sure I was right," and then with a great deal of resignation in her voice she quietly said, "And I am. I am."

"Well are you going to get out of bed and help me get the kids ready for school or am I going to do it by myself?"

"All of us are staying home today, Rahn, I need you all near me later today. We need to be together."

Rahn looked at his wife, and he'd never seen such sadness in her eyes. The beautiful face that he could never take his eyes off whenever she was near was now bathed in the first rising sun's white light, and it was filled with despair. The person he loved didn't even seem to be in there: Not only absent but replaced with the true definition of hopelessness

"What is going on Annmar?" What in the name of the creator is going on? I can't take this any longer. Are you sick? Have you found someone else? Are your leaving me, and the kids? Is that what this is all about?"

Rahn saw her head move slightly from side to side, and with less anger in his voice then said, "I'm tired of it. You're not getting out of this room until you tell me what is going on. I mean it!"

"Right after breakfast, Rahn. I love you and our children more than anything in this world. I'll tell all of you right after breakfast just what is going to happen when Sol two reaches its zenith later today.