Kate Hopper thought she'd finally had everything taken from her.
With her father gone and her sister all the way across the country, she truly didn't have anything left. Since her father's death eight months before, she'd broken up with her boyfrien...
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KATE STOPPED AGAIN right before the Ohio and Indiana border: she was only a couple of hours from Hawkins now.
She wished her dad were here. She was a lot like him; he would understand how she felt, would tell her what to do about all of this. He would understand the everything and nothing that she currently felt, the fast-paced and slow-motion of it all. She didn't know what to do to fix it, and she wished she had her dad to tell her how to do it.
Realistically, her dad would probably be disappointed in her right now. She'd fought off a government agent, and now she was driving hundreds of miles just on a hunch. At the same time, Kate realized that if he were still around, she wouldn't have even let him be disappointed in her: Jim Hopper probably would've done the same thing in her position, and being anything but proud of her would render him a hypocrite.
As Kate got closer to town, she thought about her plan.
She'd decided that once she got to Hawkins, after searching the lab for any discrepancies, the best place to stop would be the Wheelers' home. Nancy would most likely be down to help her or at least offer her a place to stay while she was in Hawkins, and that way, she didn't have to see Steve on such short notice. She couldn't think of anyone else that would for sure be in Hawkins that wouldn't immediately tell him she was in town.
Kate didn't know why she cared so much. It wasn't like he hated her or anything; he still sent her letters to check on her. That's what she assumed, anyway. She didn't know for sure, mostly because she hadn't opened more than a few of them without sobbing, but she knew he didn't hate her, at least. She, however, didn't want to make herself feel worse than she already did.
