I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Yes, I was lying, but I had no choice. If I didn’t make it back to Earth, they’d hurt my son. Maybe kill him. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the edges of the too big chair I sat in. My feet swung below me like I was in kindergarten again. I felt small and vulnerable. And I hated that feeling.
“I told you. I’m a reporter. There’s a huge paycheck out there for stories about The Colony.”
“Try again, Lindsey. We’re not buying what you’re selling.” That was his mate, Rachel, talking. Her arms were crossed, and I knew that look. She was from Earth, like me. Her accent was American, like me. But unlike me, she seemed happy to be here. She wore a dark green uniform, which I’d learned meant she worked in the medical station. On Earth, she’d been a biochemist
