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On Christmas Day, Capitano brought me a letter. The return address was a maximum-security prison. It was signed by Damian. The handwriting was messy, as if he'd deliberated a long time before putting pen to paper. "Miss, when I pulled the trigger that day, I saw him clutching a phone. The screen was lit up with a photo of a little girl blowing out candles on a cake. I hesitated for half a second. That half second was the only moment of regret I've ever had in my life."

: Taj. "Let's Be Something," Camp Boss gets involved. "I don't want dinner today," the Captain told the camp boss while signing the new commissary request. "Look at her! If my wife agrees, I will take her to Russia," said the Captain. "Isn't this a movie actress" Taj "Yes, she likes me very much," Captain. "Will be dollars," thought Taj. "Dock clearance received ." The second mate informed the Captain. "We cast off on the seventh day, right?"

I picked it up and scanned through the message. ‘MS BECKETT: Monica said you left? Where to? Me: An important meeting. MS BECKETT: Don't lie to me, Captain. Come back now. Me: Can't… besides, aren't you supposed to be sleeping? MS BECKETT: I should be, but right now I'm on a flight to Jersey. Me: What? Turn around. MS BECKETT: No. See you soon, babe.’

Make me another version of his perfect son. “I don’t want to go to Hawthorne,” I said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. “I’ve built something real at Westfield. The team relies on me. I’m their captain.” Carlos laughed too, but his was laced with anger and disbelief. “You have to go. Unless I cut your tuition support completely.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a trust fund.” Carlos leaned forward, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “A trust fund that is controlled by your mother—who supports my decision about Hawthorne. Right, dear?”

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶPolice HQ.... ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ EARLY THE NEXT DAY, BREANNA FLIPPED OPEN THE ATTACHED file in Captain Morgan's discharge records. Her heart gave her a small but noticeable hitch, seeing Antonio's name in the Captain's detained list, but then—their HQ recorded that he was discharged. She furrowed her brows from tiredness and confusion, was it just an administrative fluke—or someone pulling strings to make his arrest disappear.

I stood up from my seat and press accept. I walk towards my office for privacy. "Goodmorning. Can I please speak to Mr. Greyson Rosen-Hower? This is Captain Soriano of NYPD." Captain Soriano? I have a bad feeling about this. I sat on my chair and brings out my stash of M&M's because I feel that I need chocolates if NYPD wants to talk to me. "This is he." I replied. "Sir, I have Gabriel Knight Rosen-Hower who identifies as your brother and Sunshine McBright detained in our custody due to shoplifting."

I notice Oskar, his shirt hair glued to his face by the water. He laughs once our eyes connect, and he pulls himself to the surface. “What do we have here? It's Captain Densberry. Or do I say Captain America?” His teammates laugh, but I don't even blink. “Are you Oskar Wallin?” I nod at him, even though I know the obvious. He snorts, as if offended that I don't know him. That's what I asked that question with the obvious answer. “Is this you trying to be funny or something?” He asks. “are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?”