KNOX
Hunter shifted for the first time on a Wednesday afternoon at the Cascade facility during what was supposed to be a routine administrative review.
He was five years old. The shift was supposed to be years away.
I'd brought the twins because Riley had a job she couldn't reschedule and because I was operating on the belief that the administrative review was exactly what it sounded like — paperwork, Vasquez, nothing that required me to be fully deployed. Hunter had been to the facility before, twice, and had treated it with the same interested engineering attention he brought to everything: examining the structural timbers, asking questions about the load-bearing walls, wanting to know who had carved the crest above the main door and whether the stone was regional.
Luna had brought G
