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Chapter One
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter One Olive sat on the floral couch at her grandmother’s house. The smell of warm bread rolls and turkey drifted through the living r..
Chapter Two
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Two Olive woke up earlier than she wanted to. It was her day off and she couldn’t sleep in. She approached the coffee pot and prep..
Chapter Three
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Three She left as soon as she was done with her Thanksgiving dinner with her family. Sonya went straight home to grab a lawn chair and a ..
Chapter Four
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Four Olive felt sleepy and disoriented. It was dark and she couldn’t move. Something very strange happened and she couldn’t ..
Chapter Five
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Five The day started off like any other day in Canada. People woke up for the big deal of the day. As they were shopping the ground bega..
Chapter Six
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Six It was Thanksgiving evening and President Wolfe’s thumbs were tapping on the screen of his cell phone. Lena glared at him from..
Chapter Seven
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Seven Warm butter covered the pancakes that sat in front of Olive, but she didn’t have the heart or appetite to eat. She watched t..
Chapter Eight
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Eight The secret service led Wolfe into an underground corridor and into a room. Lena scowled at Ronald. He scowled back at her. &ldq..
Chapter Nine
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Nine The President spent Thanksgiving evening with his staff in the underground city. After dinner he went to bed. Wolfe could not sleep..
Chapter ten
A Chapter by
Jennifer
Chapter Ten Debris washed up on the charred shore of Manhattan. It was dead silent and the only sound was the water washing the shore. It hasn&r..
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