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My dad is sitting across from me. Mikhail is to his left tapping a pen against the table. They're going through some of the sketchbooks I've finished since arriving at Peace Point. Most of them are of Reginald. Some of everyone else. Happy places I like to go to in my head when everything around me is falling apart.
"So, what is so important that I had to drive out here with Mikhail complaining most of the way?" my dD asked setting one down. He still kept flipping through the pages.
"Miranda is going to be put to trial for treason against Melissa," I don't know how to sugar coat things. He stopped on the page I had drawn a picture of him and me together. The night the two of us had dinner after he bought me my car.
"Treason?" he asked looking up at me.
"Did y
