Epilogue
After a moment to quiet the anger and sadness that welled up inside her, Kenna finally addressed the stranger. “Do you live in the main building?” was all she managed to ask.
The woman shrugged. “I did briefly. Not anymore, I’m afraid.”
“I have to—there are others in our group. I have to find them. They rely on me.” She backed up.
“Do they really?”
Irritated, “Yeah, they do. There’s a boy who thinks the world of me. And my dad and his love and a whole host of others.”
Putting up her hands, the woman seemed surprised at that reaction. “Oh, forgive me. I meant no disrespect. You just seem so young. Too young to have so much responsibility in a frightening world.”
“I’m twenty,” she said quickly, and for the first time she realized that she was no longer a teenager. Though, of
