Jace sat at the breakfast bar with his laptop, probably checking emails for the community center he managed downtown. The job suited him perfectly - his natural protective instincts channeled into helping at-risk youth find better paths. "We got three new sign-ups for the after-school program," he announced, looking pleased. "Word's spreading that we actually give a damn about these kids." Eden appeared from the hallway, her arms full of art supplies for the therapy workshops she ran at the center. The program had become her passion project, helping kids express trauma through creative outlets. "The Martinez boy actually smiled yesterday," she said, dumping her materials on the counter. "First time since his father left. Art therapy really works." "Speaking of healing," Rikka said, emerging from the small medical office we'd set up in the back room, "Mrs. Chen is coming for her follow-up this afternoon. That burn from the accident is healing beautifully." Our resident nurse had tu
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