My head calculated and spun on what I was going to tell my mother, but she was not asking any questions. At least, not yet.
The front door swung open with a soft click, and I stepped into the house like a king returning to his rightful throne. The air smelled like lemon polish and old memories.
Memories of simpler times when the worst thing I had to worry about was missing dinner or not doing my homework on time. Now? Now I had money, power, and a mysterious system whispering instructions into my life.
I was not sure if I should be worried or panic. The system was my knight in shining armor. One thing was certain: if I was going to take Jeremiah, then I was going to need all the help I could get.
My mother didn’t move. She stood at the entrance, her eyes wide and unblinking, scanning
