CHAPTER 27CHARLIE
October 19, 2090
I held the flyer in front of me, elbows on the edge of the kitchen sink, exhausted from building terrible scenarios about Kat’s fate and guilty for putting my fears onto Rochelle. The soft murmur of conversation in the next room indicated Rochelle had succeeded in calming Kinley for the moment.
A gust of wind pounded rain against the window, and I glanced up in time to see Kat on the front walk, arm up to shield her face from the deluge. Energized by relief, I rushed into the laundry room and pulled the door open just as she reached the back step.
“Are you okay?” I pulled her inside, studying the hair plastered to her forehead and black makeup smudged from her eyes to her chin. “We’ve been looking for you for an hour.”
“No, I’m not okay.” She ripped
