CHAPTER 26ROCHELLE
October 19, 2090
I pushed the heavy church door open and stepped into a wall of rain. It had been three o’clock when I told Keppler I was running to the post office for the mail. I couldn’t tell how much time I had spent at church, but it hadn’t been raining when I went in. Flipping the hood of my jacket over my head, I tucked the electric bill, our only mail, into my pocket and started jogging the four blocks toward home. Between no word from Todd in six months, confusion about Aunt Audrie, worry about Molly, and uncertainty about the pendant, I had no shortage of prayers.
Rain splattered my face, blurring the familiar neighborhood around me. As promised, Audrie had called every Sunday evening to talk to us, Kat and I for an hour each and Kinley for five minutes. Des
