Chapter Thirty-Nine
At 5:46 p.m. the Dome Guard still hadn’t found whoever it was they were looking for.
I’d paced, braided Mari’s hair three times, wished I still had long hair of my own so I wouldn’t have to take my anxiety out on my little sister’s scalp.
Mari gave up on playing with the tablet and drew invisible pictures on the floor. From the way she pursed her lips, she had a definite image in mind. I wished I could see whatever picture it was that kept her so focused.
At 5:48 p.m. Mari sighed and brushed her hands across the place she’d been drawing. “Should I just scream really loud, or should I pretend to sob really hard and you can call for help?”
“You should sob,” I said. “If you scream, they might think one of us tried to hurt you.”
“Right.” Mari stood and balled her hand
