All right, not only was that not good news, that was possibly the worst news today. "It's not-?" he asked, not being able to even finish the question.
If that bastard had managed to kill his Mae, Cath was going to tear this ship apart until he found him and rip him limb from limb with his bare hands. He clenched up, forcing himself to be calm. "Sorry," he said. "I'm a bit off today. Do you know who she was?"
He needed to be logical. Or as logical as possible. If it were his wife, Peter would have come out and told him.