Chapter Twenty-Eight
There weren’t any windows in the back of the truck, so I couldn’t see the landscape we sped through.
I could feel the road changing. It would be smooth for long stretches, then the truck would bounce, like portions of the road had cracked. Sometimes, we’d slow down, like there was something the driver had to maneuver around.
I hated not being able to see what was happening outside.
Sitting still for hours, waiting for something terrible to happen was more exhausting than working two full days on the factory floor. Maybe if Harper or the guards at the back of the truck had looked relaxed, I might have been able to fall asleep like Mari and so many of the other passengers had.
But Harper kept staring at her hands in her lap, her head tipped slightly to the side as t
