Chapter 10We raced as fast as we could to Milo’s house. Thankfully, Britney had some money on her, a credit card of sorts, and so we were able to take public transportation—legally, this time—though we were sure the government could still track us. Still, we had no choice; we had to see what had happened, praying that Milo’s parents survived, even as we looked over our shoulders the entire time, expecting to see an advancing army at any moment.
The minutes ticked by like they were tacked to a snail’s backside, the train bulleting all the while. Were Milo’s parents at home when the blast occurred? Had they somehow survived? Were they taken prisoners? Plus, selfishly, would I ever see my own parents again?
Astoundingly, I had every single one of those answers as soon as we spotted the char
