Chapter 3“Good morning, Minneapolis! Lucky for you, it’s fifty-degree temperatures out today. You can thank global warming for the T-shirt weather, and you can count on bright sunny skies the rest of the day…”
Kat stirred awake, and although she was groggy, she instantly knew she was not where she was supposed to be. Glancing down, she held a fistful of white Egyptian cotton blankets. She was sleeping in a satin green nightgown. Her bed wasn’t a dumpy queen mattress from her late grandfather’s basement, but a massive four poster canopy.
She reached across and turned off the radio (another thing she didn’t own,) and checked the time. It was nine A.M. She had nowhere to be, but she had an overwhelming sense of urgency to escape. The cop must have been an imposter. Some sort of human traffi
