CHAPTER 39: THE CRACKS BETWEEN THOUGHTS
Morning returned to Chicago like nothing had happened beneath its streets. Cars filled the roads again. Storefronts opened their doors. Trains rattled across elevated tracks while exhausted workers carried coffee cups through the cold wind without realizing how close the city had come to losing itself the previous night. That was what unsettled Kevin most. The world continued too easily after catastrophe. He stood near the massive windows of the alliance council building watching the skyline glow beneath pale sunlight while the memory of the underground whispers still clawed at the back of his mind. Even now he could still hear Rowan’s false voice saying you let me die. He hated how deeply the creature had reached into him. Rwanda entered the room
