Chapter One Hundred Five Kiersten
Chapter One Hundred Five
Kiersten
Piper crossed the room and wrapped her arms protectively around Kiersten’s shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
Kiersten squinted through one eye. Her mind felt blurry, like her eyes before she put her contacts in each morning. “Maybe?”
Piper rose and tugged at her hands. “C’mon. We gotta move.”
“Move . . . where . . . ?”
Everything was so hazy . . . words drifted and broke apart before they could coalesce into thoughts . . . into action.
“Away from here.” Piper put her arm around Kiersten’s waist to support her, which helped because her legs were wobbly, just like her thoughts.
With Piper’s help, they left the fallout shelter, crept through the sliding doors and into Chip’s backyard, where they broke into a hobbling run toward Kiersten’s house.
“Where did they go?” Piper asked once they reached Kiersten’s front porch.
Jo. Mo. Go. Slow. Ho. Kiersten squeezed her eyes shut and tried to marshal her thoughts into some kind of order . . . it felt important . . . though she couldn’t remember why . . .
“Aspen’s house.” The words came out thick and mushy, like marshmallows. “They’re making . . . a video.”
“Go inside,” Piper ordered. “Tell Rosamund. Call 911. Send the police to Aspen’s house. Keep the kids inside and lock all the doors. Can you do that?”
She nodded and drew a gulp of fresh air into her lungs. Each breath added focus, made things sharper.
“Garrett and Brendan are coming.” Piper’s fingers dug into her arms. “Send them to Aspen’s house.”
“Garrett and Brendan,” Kiersten repeated as the fog continued to lift. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“I’m arresting these bastards.”