It did hurt and Kate didn't have an answer, couldn't even manage a snarky one. She shook her head, her face streaked with tears, and clung to Mercy as if she could keep the woman here by sheer force of will. It was certainly a far cry from where they'd been a few years ago, when Kate was trying to keep her away from Clay. She never would have thought they'd be here.
She never really expected the dome to take her father away. He'd never left, not once in the five years since he arrived, and she grew to rely on that. Clearly she shouldn't have.
The house was oddly quiet. Too quiet. "I don't think it's just him," she said, trying to count heartbeats. There were a few missing.