Xander called. He was getting jittery because I was. I’d felt bad that I’d forgotten that if I had a strong enough emotion he’d feel it. Ok…I had to counteract this. I could switch between decaf and real coffee…I could try that. I switched to decaf. Sierra snorted, “You’ve got to be kidding!” I frowned, “I wasn’t trying to make Xander jittery. I just need fuel.” Mike said, “We won’t tell Patricia why we are meeting with you all tomorrow. I do appreciate the heads up.” Bradford sighed, “I’m sorry….I didn’t know she would do this.” I shrugged, “It’s fine. I did. She’s your mom not mine. You want to see the best in her. Also….I read that report on the attack against you, Preston, and William…. Bradford….do you know you’d be an excellent tracker? You smelled something wrong before the Conners.
