Chapter 24“Where are we?” Ken asked, her head pounding from stress and oversleep. It was light out again, and with nothing shielding her eyes, she had to squint to see. Something cold and plastic was pressed into the palm of her hand. It took a moment to realize what it was—one of her least favorite pairs of sunglasses. But it would have to do, and she gladly put them on.
Next came a cup of hot coffee. She didn’t have to look to know that it was just plain with sugar. The smell gave it away. Maybe the caffeine would help ease her headache, though.
“Western Wyoming Community College,” said a soft voice that, despite its strange response, proved comforting to hear. “A very unhelpful dude at the last gas station said I could find the best coffee he’s ever had here. Either that guy has only
