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Lunch with Maze had been enlightening.
Turned out, when he was eleven, Maze had been adopted by an affluent couple who lived on a vast estate not a million miles from Harlow’s modest middle-class family home. The Rowes were members of the same country club as her parents. Harlow had never met either of them, but that was no surprise, the country club wasn’t exactly her favorite scene.
In his early years, Maze had bounced around a bunch of foster homes in the Floyd’s neighborhood and didn’t take the best attitude to his new home with him. In fact, from the sounds of things, he’d carried a massive chip on his shoulder.
Eleven was a late age for adoption. Usually people, especially those with means, would choose a baby over an almost teen. Maze had been lucky, though he hadn’t seen it
