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My mind returns to that warehouse I nab my laptop, which is next to le is ate its murky waters of information

It takeshunches before I’ It’s buried under three layers of corporate ownership, but I eventually come up with the name Joslyn Meyers

Of course, everyone who’s anyone knoho she is She’s an incredibly talented actress and singer who boasts u studio or so, but I immediately dismiss the idea No way it would be protected with security that involves a retinal scan Music isn’t that valuable

I dive back into Google to read more news articles A few more queries reveal Joslyn Meyers is now married to a man named Kynan McGrath, and there’s a wealth of information about him British, former Royal Marine, and current owner of Jae private contract security coas, and it’s now headquartered in Pittsburgh The website is sleek, but it’s too vague to give h-end security services, but the lack of true information makes me believe what they do is verystuff for our government that it just can’t do because of political constraint

Regardless, this ood guys At least that’s iven her skill level Let’s face it, she’s no dummy if she was able to hack American nuclear codes

That ht I get why she’s wary, too

I’ I can rush into

I put the laptop aside, then lace , I consider the few places Bebe visited over the past few days—to and frorocery store, and to her son’s school to pick him up Each day after school, she takes hiether The kid is clearly her world now

As far as I can tell, it’s et closer to her

The kid, I mean

I decide to hit up the park toet to thele my voice toward the entryway into the hall which will hopefully carry up the stairs “Let’s go We’re going to be late for school”

“You need to install an intercoests from where she sits at the kitchen table with a cup of tea

“I’ruood set of vocal cords”

“He playsup her cup, she looks at me over the rim, as if that makes what she says more authoritative “He can’t hear you”

“Aaron,” I yell louder My , I shove the turkey sandwich I’d ie and toss it in his lunch box At the ripe old age of ten, he insisted he could no longer carry a superhero lunch box to school and requested a plain black insulated bag fro up Ispent the superhero years in prison

Turning to the fridge to grab an apple to throw in, I ask my mom, “And you’re sure you don’t need me to take you to the doctor?”

“I’m totally fine,” she replies with a dis a delicate sip of tea “Besides… it’s just a routine visit”

It ular doctor’s appointment, but I’veh-security prison in Fort Worth, Texas,diabetes in its worse form She couldn’t work and it took her years to qualify for social security, during which she and Aaron both suffered froh money to do much more than subsist

“Okay,” I say, but then I give her e your mind, you just need to call et back to take you”

“Stop fussing,” she says with a stern expression, but there’s a great deal of affection in her voice She understands I need to do this for a while I feel like I have so h my mother has never once blae it cast upon my son