“I no longer worked in the nursery-slash-office, didn’t even know what state it was in these days. Henry had probably painted over the mural by now and put everything back in place, but I couldn’t bear to be in there knowing that just underneath a layer of paint was evidence of the hope we’d lost. I sat there long after the computer booted up, staring at the desktop wallpaper without seeing. I was supposed to be doing work but I couldn’t help but think back to Henry’s outburst, at his promis...e of ridding the streets of every criminal. I knew it wasn’t possible, but God bless him for wanting to try. Instead of logging onto Shake Design’s FTP server, I opened a new browser window and searched for the news reports on the kidnapped Aurora boy. I didn’t know what possessed me to do it—goodness knows, I couldn’t bear to hear it last night—but I suddenly wanted to know, to make sure that the child was okay.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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