CHAPTER 9
Exhaustion clung to Kennedy’s limbs when her alarm rang Monday morning. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker but decided she might stop for something on the way to lab. Her roommate didn’t have any classes before noon, at least none she regularly attended, so Kennedy got dressed as quietly as she could with the light from her desk lamp. Her phone beeped, and she hoped it wasn’t a text from Reuben saying there was a mistake in their lab. They had to submit it in fifteen minutes. She looked at the message.
This is Nick from church. I have a question about that call you got.
How in the world was she supposed to concentrate on science after getting a text like that? Well, he’d have to save it for later. She started typing to tell him she was off to class but stopped. Lab wasn’t ove
