I thought that Brooke was giving us permission to go to bed, but she stood up to go and lock herself away in her own room. I had no idea what was running through her mind, but I had a feeling that seeing me doing the things a normal teenager should do was a little strange for her when she had not yet found a way to do things a normal person her own age would.
She turned back to us when she got to her door to wave goodnight, and for a brief moment, I saw her as that powerfully built US Marshall who called me Honey and made me countless cups of tea while I was in the safe house with her.
It looked like she was in costume as she stood there in pajamas that someone ordinary would wear because she was a completely extraordinary woman and… I was thinking about trying to make her a little happi
