CHAPTER 35ROCHELLE
November 22, 2090
My numb fingers fumbled with the rope securing my hands to the chair in front of the fireplace as I waited for my meeting with Molly. As much as I dreaded sitting through her attempts to manipulate me into cooperating and joining The Defiance, it was my only break from being locked in the freezing cold kennel. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, one of the two boys came to my prison and dragged me across the street to the building Molly used as an office, tied my raw wrists, and left without a word.
If I could get my hands free before Molly returned from an afternoon of recruiting, I could sneak out and walk home in time for breakfast. My stomach growled as I imagined Kat making pancakes or omelets. Rations currently consisted of a slice o
