“I don’t think they told us the truth,” he said when I didn’t answer him, and I shrugged and looked toward the windows, the way I often did, listening to the sound as it whaled itself around the craft and trying to imagine what it was Jelka could hear speaking in its place. “I mean,” Matteo said, “we both know this, don’t we? They shipped us off with so much food onboard. The comms went out before the system died, like they switched us off externally. We know all this, we know this.”
