CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2027 6:59am
Present Day / (02:08:29:00)
Hannah wasn’t much for coffee at home. Her machine was old, the filter torn. The coffee was cheap. As much as she spent at the local coffee shop she could never bring herself to buy decent stuff in the store.
She poured the first cup and winced at the bitter taste. She should have gone down the street for her regular brew.
But down the street reminded her of the strange boy, a friend to George and Molly. George dead. Molly in a coma. The nameless boy? Better the bad coffee than the bad memories.
Hannah wandered into the small living room with her coffee and grabbed the TV remote. The apartment was small, sparsely furnished, almost stark. She didn’t care about bric-à-brac and heirlooms, opting for only what sh
