Chapter 20

The trail stretched on ahead, but Jamison and Trevon stopped. They had not come far - around a yard.

“Why did you do it, and how?” Trevon broke the silence.

Jamison scuffed his feet. He looked into his father’s face, and his eyes retraced their steps to the barricade. And to the holding unit.

Nessa watched, and squirmed. Jamison squirmed too, and he released a sigh.

“The younger race--” Nessa fed.

“The younger race is in trouble,” he spilled. “The home-world is in crisis. They cannot sustain themselves without trade allies.”

Trevon wrinkled his brow and cocked his head.

“Don’t lie,” he scolded.

“I’m not lying,” Jamison insisted. “It’s happening; I swear!”

Trevon shook his head and said, “I know you’re using your imagination, but other people might not.”

“It’s not my imagination,” he whimpered.

Trevon shoved his hands into his uniform’s pockets.