“Where do you think we should check for Whalen?” he asked, still chewing his omelet.
Rapunzel stuck its head through the doorway. “I’m not sure. We could try and find the epicenter of the destruction. Or, we could ask the military if they know where he might be located.”
He didn’t really want to talk to a bunch of soldiers, especially since they might recognize him and try to arrest him. But with so many fires, downed buildings, and general chaos, Cillian wasn’t certain they could find an epicenter if one even existed. “I guess we could ask around.”
Cillian washed up in the closest bathroom, slicked back his hair, and sighed. His heart raced, but he tried to ignore it. He worried he’d never see his family again.
If Heaven existed, would he go there? Would they go somewhere else? Even i
