CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
One week later …
Switch walked through the Museum of Superhuman History, holding onto the straps of her backpack as she looked around the large Museum. There were a lot more people here today than the last time Switch had been here. That was probably due to the group of school kids on a field trip that she spotted being herded by their teacher chaperons. The kids all looked like they were in middle school and they were all loud and noisy, which would have annoyed Switch if she had been there to see the exhibits.
But I’m not here to see the exhibits, Switch thought, turning her attention away from the kids, who were now heading toward the gift shop, perhaps to pick up a few souvenirs on their way out. I’m here to see a certain someone who I never thought would want t
