CHAPTER 22ROCHELLE
December 15, 2090
“Max. The prompt said our character was wrong about the time of the party.” Lareina held the notebook close to her face, trying to distinguish Max’s handwriting.
Kat rolled her eyes and leaned back against the couch to be closer to Keppler. “What did he write this time?”
Aaron and Lareina had visited earlier that afternoon, and we had spent an hour playing a writing game. Each of us had to add the next sentence as we passed a notebook around the circle, but Max had trouble staying on topic.
“Something about taking a left turn at the piano?” Aaron squinted over Lareina’s shoulder from where he sat in the armchair with an open textbook on his lap. He was the first person I’d met who studied more than Kinley.
“It makes sense.” Max knelt at the coffee
