CHAPTER 13
“Where are we going?” Kennedy’s voice was timid. Afraid. At least she could breathe. Everything would be just fine as long as she kept on breathing.
Please, Jesus ...
“Just come with me.” The security guard walked several paces ahead. Kennedy had to scurry to keep up. Why had she worn her little heeled sandals and not something more practical? Then again, when she left the Lindgrens’, she’d only been thinking about making it to Providence fast. She hadn’t stopped to worry about shoes fit for racing down empty hospital corridors.
“Is everything ok?” What kind of a stupid question was that? Nothing was ok. That’s what happens when you’re stuck in a hospital lockdown in the middle of a horrific epidemic. Why hadn’t she taken her dad more seriously? Why had she breezed through t
