CHAPTER 1
So I sing because I’m happy,
And I sing because I’m free.
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know he watches me.
KENNEDY GROANED WHEN her phone screeched at her. She knew who was calling, and she knew exactly what he’d have to say.
“Hey, Dad.”
“You’ve been following this thing on Channel 2?” His voice was breathless. Panicked.
Just like she expected.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping track.” She hadn’t logged onto any news outlets since breakfast that morning. Checking in with reality once a day was enough for her.
“Ok, because this isn’t just something you can ignore, Kensie girl. That’s what you like to do. But this is too serious.”
“I know, Dad.” Did he forget they’d had this exact same conversation twenty-four hours ago?
“So tell me what precautions you’re taking. What will
