“A job making drones,” Scott said. “Drones that can be used to spy on citizens. Maybe even weaponized drones.”
I did not want to have this argument today, now, especially since I hadn’t decided how I felt about it.
“Let her eat her lunch,” Kirti said gently.
“Sorry, Mom,” Scott said. “I didn’t mean anything.” He looked embarrassed or ashamed.
“I never wanted you to be touched by this terrible thing,” I said. “I didn’t want it to contaminate you. Or your father. Or anyone. Sometimes . . . sometimes it feels like what happened that night has colored my entire life, no matter how much I try to put it behind me. And then something like this happens today. Sylvie pops up after 30 years and says she’s killed her children on the 30th anniversary of Amanda’s murder. We got out there and found
