What aren't they being told and is it truly better or worse out west?
She couldn’t get to sleep, but lay there thinking about things, listening to the rain. Events played through her head. It was difficult to imagine what the future held, but at least, she thought, they did have some family in the west. The air had become too polluted here, the risk of contamination too high.
Whatever they said, it was half truths and lies. Lies, lies, and more lies. Fake news was everywhere. She was so used to it, like everyone else, she paid no attention to what was being said. It was almost impossible to discern the truth that was now so deeply buried nobody knew how they had gotten here.