R-0844, or GP Nolan as I knew him, spoke without a care in the world. If he had no ulterior motives, why were there flatfoots in our barracks? My whole body went numb. I slowly sank into our living room chair. My knees pressed together tightly and my fingers curled over each opposing hand. My teeth sank down into my tongue. The sting was a less than pleasant sensation, but if I were to relax my jaw I wasn't sure what my mouth would do. How could so many things go haywire in just one single day?

Where was Mom? I glanced toward the kitchen. There she was, standing by the sink, her face whiter than Connor's had been. Her hand was shaking so ferociously that she could...

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