“Mom?” I look over at her feeling my level of panic beginning to rise again. She looks worried too. She turns her head back to Grandmother.

“What are you doing?” She asks and backs away as the guards approach her.

“It’s time to get back to work, Erin. Our research has dwindled since you left. We need material to work with,” Grandmother makes another gesture with her hand, indicating for the guards to move quicker.

“No!” I shout when ...