Three
The robotics repair shop was bright, its wall panels shining with interior light. Grace tried to remember the last time she’d been in such a shop. She was certain it had been before Davion and Kaiden had died in the IED explosion. Her son had been the one with a new gadget every week, many of them breaking not long after purchase and requiring this or that update.
Grace, who relied only on her embedded lenscape, rarely had equipment to repair. The exception being her defense stick, when, in a moment of surprise and rage, she’d beat it against the bronze statue of herself.
They’ll tear it down, she thought. Melt it.
She wasn’t a hero anymore.
“Welcome to Robo-Reaven. What can I do for you?”
The girl behind the counter had a thick nest of braids coiled on top of her head. Her gre
