Chapter 22Kenna
It took a few minutes of heavy shaking by her dad for Ken to finally rouse from her slumber. She jerked awake and looked around in a frightened state, convinced they were under attack again. But instead, all she could see beyond their vehicle was white. No people or slums. Just a bright white glow that surrounded them on all sides.
“What’s—what? I don’t—”
“We’re here, sweetheart,” said a calming voice. “We got to Richmond. They’re just checking our cars for bombs or something. We’ll be going in really soon.”
“You’re lying,” Ken accused, still fighting off sleep. She didn’t really mean to say that, but the drug in her system didn’t care. She made a silent but stubborn note never to take that stuff again. She didn’t know how her dad could stand it.
Dakota shook his head.
