CHAPTER 27
“All right, Kensie girl. You’ve got your ID on you, right? And you have your phone charger? I don’t want your batteries dying on you while you’re in Washington.”
Kennedy leaned her head against the car window. Five o’clock was too early for anyone to be awake, let alone on the road.
“We’re making good time.” Her dad, who hadn’t worn a watch in years, still glanced at his wrist out of habit. “Do you have some cash to buy breakfast at the airport, or did you grab something from home?”
“I have a granola bar and some trail mix, but I’ve got my wallet in case I get hungry.”
He frowned. “Well, you know airport food is a racket. I can stop by a drive-through on the way if you want.”
“I’ll be fine.” As long as she didn’t have to engage in any deep or meaningful discussion while sh
