CHAPTER 14ROCHELLE
April 5, 2090
I sipped hot chocolate from the cup Molly had refilled twice. The room was bright and warm compared to the cold mist collecting on the window that overlooked a gloomy, gray backyard. It had been years since I’d been in Molly’s big house with its spiral staircase in the foyer, chandeliers, and perfectly decorated rooms, but I’d accepted her invitation for hot chocolate and cookies. We’d spent two hours in her sitting room laughing about the times we would dress up and perform skits, sneak into her sister’s room to use her makeup, or spend winter afternoons in the backyard building elaborate snow forts. Those days suddenly seemed so close that it was hard to believe it had all just stopped. Then I remembered middle school, when Molly’s comments got a little
