Chapter 1962

They prepared to leave.

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Solomon and I had nowhere else to go, so we followed them.

At first, we thought we'd slipped under the radar, hiding beneath the van. But once the van hit the road, we realized they knew.

Randy floored it, speeding like a maniac.

By the time we arrived, Solomon and I couldn't hold it together. We stumbled out, puking our guts out.

Randy hopped out, grinning at our misery. "Couldn't hack it, huh? And you thought you could take us on? Come back in a decade."

I retched, the world spinning. Solomon fared slightly better but still hurled.

Debra stepped forward. "I let you go, and you chase us down? You really got a death wish?"

"Mom..." My head was fuzzy, blurring the line between dream and reality.

The sight of her youthful face snapped me back. This was a dream, and these were adults in their prime.

I had never seen this wild side of her before. In my memories, she was always so gentle.

"We've got nowhere else to go," I mumbled. "You're taking on the Illuminati. Can "we tag along?"

"To be cannon fodder?" Randy

"No clue where these two

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and ship them off. s

Erica nudged him. "All your bright ideas. You'd really lay hands on college kids?" "What's the big deal? I got beat up when I was a kid." Randy shrugged.

Debra studied me for a moment, then said, "It's getting dark. Bring them back for now."

"Okay," Marion agreed.

Randy

Erica thought we were

sketchy but didn't argue. If we weret

members of the Illuminati, the Potter Mansion would be our endgames, s

The mansion's decor matched my memories. As soon as we stepped inside, Randy's crew kept a tight watch on us.

Debra, on the other hand, wasn't hostile to us. "Put them in a guest room upstairs."

Turning to Marion, she said, "Let's go up."

"Alright." His eyes were glued to her, the same as always.

Solomon and I were stashed in a guest

room at the far end. Two

bodyguards stood watch outs

under

Randy's instructions

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Of course, their job was to watch us instead of protecting us.

By dinnertime, my stomach was growling.