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At the day care John Terrafino lay zoned out, one eye half open, watching a muted TV while he fed a bottle to a cranky ten-month-old The bottle wasn’t filled with milk or formula It was filled ater mixed with oatmeal juice and a small amount of puréed fish

None of the baby care books had reco weaker every day John doubted the baby, whose na

“It’s okay,” he whispered

The TV blinked off

Astrid had gotten Little Pete to bed, finally She was exhausted and worried Her eye hurt where the baseball bat had caught her She had a gruesome bruise in yellow and black Ice had helped, but not much

She needed to sleep; it was one in theto happen Not yet Not until she knew Saone to the power plant with him Not that she would have been much help, but she would at least have known

Strange how, in just three short months, Sam had come to feel like a necessary part of her life More than that, even A necessary part of her An ar A heart

She heard a noise fro to hear the pounding of feet on her porch But no one approached

Was it Hunter co for trouble? There wasn’t anything she could do about it She had no powers, or none that mattered, anyway All she could do was threaten and cajole

By the time she reached the , the street was empty and quiet

She hoped Hunter was hiding soure out what to do about that situation and it would be very tricky Explosive, ht

What was happening with Saed to stop Caine?

Was he hurt?

Was he dead?

God forbid, she prayed