“WHAT DO you mean the guards are outside?” Rita sprung into action. She stood up from the wooden chair so fast it scraped back. I was about to get up too, but the old woman told me to sit tight. She walked over to the window and peeked. Whatever she saw, it must have been bad.
Flint nodded. “That’s what I mean.”
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked both of them in panic. It was slowly starting to climb its way up my throat. Before long, I would really throw up. I gripped the edge of the table as Rita started pacing back and forth while Flint only stared at her grandma like a statue. “You two, tell me what’s wrong!”
“Hush, girl,” Rita scolded. “Let me think!”
“Is there really someone out there?” I demanded to know. Rita only went back into her head. I looked up toward Flint and grabbed her han
