ELENA
Halo gasps, his breath waning in his throat as he walks mechanically toward the machine. His eyes are enlarged, like they want to pop out of their sockets.
“This is amazing!” he cheers into the air, rushing toward the machine and hugging it like a long-lost friend. The scene is sweet, but it leaves a tang of bitterness in the back of my throat. All through the time Warren was here, showing Halo what to do with the laptop, Drake sat across brooding like he was nursing eggs.
It took that subtle confrontation—the fact that someone else would probably do what he was supposed to do as a father—before he realized that he needed to change the system Halo had been using for a long time, for him to be able to enhance his skill set.
“Yes, baby, it’s amazing, but we have to get you ready fo
