Sinclair’s face is already on a large computer screen, and his hawkish eyes follow me the moment I enter the room. They linger on me for a long moment after I sit down, before he turns his attention to my companions. “So, I’ll get straight to the point,” He begins gruffly. “I know that you’ve all be

Philippe is still watching me, and I realize I haven’t answered him. “I think it’s part of it.” I confess. “I’ve been saying I have to find out where I came from – which is true. But in my brain finding out where I came from is one in the same as finding out who my parents were and why they left me.

“It wasn’ her fault she was busy.” I defend, “I don’ think she woulda forgotten.” “She wouldn’t.” The woman responds decisively. “Not ever. But the damage was done. Fear and loneliness are powerful forces, and one day he decided it would be better to destroy their greatest creation. I do not know i

“Can I have a blanket?” I ask after a while, my words soft and slurred. “And maybe a cupcake? A warm, heavy weight settles over my shoulders, and I burrow into the coverlet, “You can have as many cupcakes as you want when you wake up, angel.” Henry promises, even though I can hear Sinclair complain

“Don’t turn this into something it’s not,” Cora warned as he handed her the glass. “I’ve just had a really long day and I just need to decompress a bit.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Roger inquired, certain she would turn down the offer. But she surprised him again, “I think I might be a terrib