Writer's note: this is a work in progress.
Previous chapter: Jaz
"First thing first, what's your name?" I'm struggling with anger and grief, interspersed with curiosity.
"My name is Alonzo."
"What happened? Are you my sister?"
"I was. Guess I'm your brother now."
"You survived the Hermosa. What happened to the ship? Is mom alive?" I'm confused and on the verge of panic, but excited at the same time.
"Yeah, she made it. Some didn't. A lot didn't."
I'm holding onto a railing, and I'm grateful for it, as my head is now spinning. "Pearl, give us gravity. And let's starting heading toward that storm." I'm not sure if I should trust Alonzo, but I think catching up to the storm is not unreasonable, under the circumstances.
The ship slowly accelerates. Both I and Alonzo gently fall toward the floor, feet impacting first, and we cautiously stand up against the artificial gravity.
Alonzo looks into my eyes. "I didn't kill our father."