Chris’s lips twitched as he remembered Annette’s look of astonishment at Mars’ failure to side with her. She’d stalked off, anger rippling through her, and Mars had ruefully watched her go.
When she’d left the room, he’d grumbled, “That’s me in the doghouse for the next week.”
Kiko had chuckled, shooting the Prez a wink. “The doghouse would be a kindness.”
“f**k, you ain’t wrong, bud,” had come the wry retort.
Though Chris had chuckled along with everyone else, understanding that Mars was going to be a miserable bastard for the upcoming week until Annette mellowed, he’d been relieved if concerned at what he’d heard.
Like Mars, he wanted her to be safe. But he also was concerned at the traits she was displaying.
Ava was special. Unique. They called it autism, but he didn’t. She was ju
