We thought everything was perfect. We had our own planet, the freedom to do whatever we wanted, the resources to survive. And our family. My six men and me. Unconventional, strange, and utterly amazing. I never thought I could feel this much love without exploding, but it worked.

For the first time in forever, I was happy.

There was no news from Earth, but we thought we didn’t need them anymore. We’d made it for six months without contact.

But of course, happiness never lasts.

And when happiness disappears on Mars, disaster strikes.