Chapter Twenty-Five
Omesh
After the explosion there was silence. Omesh had expected to hear something—the sound of metal rending, people screaming—but sealing in their air supply also sealed out the ambient sound. They were no longer touching anything, then, or he’d hear something conducted through the metal walls. His stomach felt like it was floating up into his throat. The feeling grew stronger until he really was floating. Anjali stayed curled around Raj, the two of them nested among the furniture, sacks, and boxes in her cell. Omesh clamored out to deal with the chaos of floating objects, but everything was exactly as his aunt had left it.
“You packed this well,” Omesh said, just then noticing the straps that she had secured to hold the boxes and sacks against the walls.
“The girl
