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rk. After the government took its substantial cut, Jenna was still left with a

-friendly neighborhood, with a doorman and a small park just for residents. She enrol

ess lingered in the corners of her newfound happiness. Eve

t refrigerator told her tomorrow was the

Mase, and another she would quietly put away in a box i

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smile and nodded. He knew wha

ss tower in Manhattan, Barrett

e desk. "We found him at the Northwood Children's Home, sir.

name was Caleb. He was seven years old, almost eight. According to the file,

perfect match for the timeli

f his own features and hers. The shape of his eye

had spent years pushing the memory of that woman out of his mind, a brie

carded like trash, simply because he wasn't perfect. The cold, calculated

be abandoned. He would not allow

uiet when he spoke. "Find h

on her way to pick up the custom-made, superhero-themed cake she'd ordered for Ma

vigator until it screeched to a halt dir

ould even scream, one clamped a hand over her mouth while the other

rough, canvas hood was pulled over her head. The car door slammed sh

tiful birthday cake lay i

had used his own allowance to buy a special gift for his mom-a silver locket. B

ed. And

ck. She should hav

ne. It went strai

settled in his stomach

on the keys. He bypassed the building's security network with practiced

und the

ack Navigator. He saw the two men. He watched, his fac

plate. It was empty. A ghost

a sudden, volcanic eruption of rage. His small body trembled

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