“That’s a good idea,” I said, switching my phone to record mode.
We walked silently across the uneven ground, the crunch of our footsteps breaking the stillness. The damage stretched as far as I could see—deep furrows scarring the earth, the soil peppered with white grains of salt. There wasn’t a single plant left standing.
As I filmed, my mind raced, trying to think of ways to salvage this disaster. Building anything commercial here wouldn’t make sense—not this close to Lunar Lake.
A school or community center was out of the question, given how isolated the area was. Housing was also a nonstarter; I’d never put new homes so close to the border.
But I wouldn’t let David win. There had to be a way to make something out of this land, something worthwhile.
With Alexan
