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CHAPTER 5 Past midnight, Winter Solstice THERE WAS NO WAY THAT Kennedy could manage to fall asleep, even as exhausted as she felt. She’d left her cell in the totaled car and there were no clocks anywhere, but it felt like she’d been at Roger’s for hours by the time he mumbled something about stepping outside for a few minutes. Kennedy was relieved when he left. Maybe Willow had seen hermits like him her entire life, but Kennedy had no idea people still lived like this in America in the twenty-first century. She nudged her roommate who lay beside her. “You still awake?” Willow rolled over. “Yeah. What’s going on?” She sat up and arched her back. “Roger just stepped out. Didn’t say where he was going.” “Probably to use the outhouse,” she answered. “You should try to sleep. It’s late.”