CHAPTER 37CHARLIE
December 29, 2090
“Did you ever stop calling Rochelle and Max by their last names?” Molly sat back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other.
“Nope.” I sat in the chair next to hers in Griff’s office and stared at his unoccupied desk. When I had left The Defiance camp, he hadn’t had an office and I never imagined I’d be sitting in one waiting to meet with him.
“You don’t do that with anyone else. Why them?”
Molly had peppered me with nonstop questions during our half-hour wait. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and I wished Griff would just show up already. We had spent half the night driving to Kansas City, taking all gravel roads to avoid any authorities or TCI agents looking for us. When we arrived, I had trudged to my old room, which, as Griff had claimed, was
