CHAPTER 7
T minus 11 minutes
“I don’t even know why I bother to play you.” Willow sulked dramatically.
Less than half an hour after they started their game, Kennedy was declared the winner by fifty-seven points. Her highest word, quench, had surged her score ahead. Willow never had the chance to recover.
Kennedy wadded up her pretzel bag and shoved it into her empty cup. Why hadn’t she thought to pack a few snacks to take with her on the plane? They would touch down in Detroit soon, but they wouldn’t get off until Seattle, where she hoped they’d have time to grab some real food.
“I’m going to use the bathroom.” Kennedy unbuckled.
“You’ll have to go up front,” Willow told her. “That guy in the Carhartts locked himself in a few minutes ago.”
“Again?” Kennedy asked, remembering how bac
