Three days after I woke up in the past, Captain Russell from Homicide called."Ms. Whitmore, your qualifications are solid. The only thing you lack is field experience. You'll start with Mr. Duncan out at the reservoir, helping recover bodies and sketch victims' faces. Pass your trial period, and the department will hire you full-time.""Understood. I'll be there."The call had barely ended when Danny walked in with our son, Owen.Tall, and dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, Danny looked every bit the archaeology professor he was. Owen was his mini-me—same handsome face, same cold expression."Who was on the phone?""I had a job interview."Danny acted like he was doing me a favor. "You've only got a bachelor's degree, and you've spent years at home raising a kid. What job do you think you're going to get? Just find a cashier job nearby. It'll make taking care of Owen easier."I put my phone away and kept my eyes on the last dish in the pan.I didn't answer.This was the last
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