CHAPTER 28ROCHELLE
November 3, 2090
“Rochelle?” Alexander’s voice sounded concerned. His hand rested gently on my shoulder. “We’re in your driveway. Are you feeling any better?”
I opened my eyes, lifted my head away from the headrest of the passenger seat, and nodded even though it wasn’t true. My throat had been a little scratchy during the previous two days, but that morning I felt the first chills signaling a fever. Still, I felt an obligation to report to the auditorium and help the other council members set up for Alexander’s Leaders of Nebraska Conference that evening. If Kinley had been home, I never would have made it out of the house, but she was in Omaha with Kat and I didn’t mention any of my symptoms to Keppler or Alexander when he picked me up after lunch.
Molly leaned for
