“And what are Carl’s symptoms? Does he have a fever? Swelling in the brain? Aches?”
“I don’t know.” Kennedy wiped her nose on a wad of scratchy toilet paper.
“Ok. So where’s Woong? Is he there with you?”
“No. He’s with his parents. We were just about to leave when they shut the doors.” Her lungs spasmed as she tried to take in a pained breath. “We were just a foot away from the exit.”
“Who’s we?” her dad demanded. “Who are you there with?”
“Willow. I came here with Willow.”
“She’s not sick, is she?”
“No, we’re both fine. But we’re stuck here. And they’re not giving us any answers or telling us when we’ll be able to go.”
“That’s all right.” How could her dad lie to her like that? This was the guy who was freaking out when some unnamed 72-year-old pig farmer in Bangladesh came down w
