ANNY
By morning, February seventeenth no longer feels like a date.
It feels like an address Jack found inside my body.
He left my father’s house with his attorney because no warrant existed to stop him. Ucker moved Oliver and me to a hotel selected by my lawyer, then spent the night supervising the replacement of every device connected to the Adams security network.
Felipe wanted guards outside my hotel room. Luis wanted us moved to an Adams property. They argued across the living room as though fear had returned my life to their control. I chose the hotel, the route, and the officers assigned to the corridor. Oliver supported each decision without turning agreement into authority.
It did not make me feel safe. It made the fear mine to manage.
Now we stand in our study while Ucker pr
