Nathan

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Ms. Johnson seemed calm on Nathan’s monitor. For the first class, it wasn’t too bad. After a while, it was hearing the same lecture in English class a couple of times as classes changed out. There was hope that maybe one of the other teachers or Mr. Hendricks would approach her in person. Not that it was likely they’d interrupt class to do it, but there was still a chance.

But during those classes, he had a lot of time to space out as Ms. Johnson went on about vocabulary tests and essays.

He blinked out of his zoned state when he realized Mr. Blackbourne was looking at him.

Nathan picked up his head. “Something up?”

“Have you and Mr. Lee talked about what to tell his mother yet?” he asked.

“We’ve sort of talked on it but haven’t really come up with what to tell her. So far, we’re just playing it out.”

“I only ask because you seem rather calm today, compared to yesterday.”

Nathan sighed and sat back in the office chair, folding his arms across his chest. “I panicked,” he said. “In the moment.” He pressed his lips together and glanced once at Ms. Johnson on the computer monitor and then looked back at Mr. Blackbourne. “I was thinking maybe I should move into the house with Sang. Or maybe we should get an apartment. Something simple.”

“You’re welcome to do what you’d like,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But aren’t you in the middle of a bathroom renovation?”

“That was when I thought...I thought Sang would be living with me.”

Mr. Blackbourne pulled his chair away from his desk to roll it closer to where Nathan sat. He crossed his legs and sat forward. “You and Miss Sorenson got very close while she was staying with you.”

Mr. Blackbourne had that serious expression he had when he was discussing deeply personal family issues. Nathan nodded. “Yeah.”

“A lot has changed,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But a house won’t be found immediately. Not to mention our development with her sister.”

True. He couldn’t go anywhere until Danielle and Marie were dealt with. “I’m not sure what to do with them, exactly.”

“Would you feel uncomfortable getting friendlier with them?” he asked.

“How friendly?”

“Convince them you’re on their side. Get to know why Danielle wants out and what she expects to do. See if one of them will tell you about Miss Sorenson’s real mother?”

“I would have tried that anyway,” Nathan said. “To find out.”

Mr. Blackbourne nodded. “Once her parents are finally divorced, I think we should take her to see her extended family. If she’ll want to.”

“She didn’t seem excited about finding out that Marie may know about her real mother.”

“So far, all the family she’s known has abandoned her,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “And so far, this has been about a woman she’s never known to exist until a few months ago.”

“She’s never had a normal family,” Nathan said quietly and then gazed at the monitor again, watching Ms. Johnson sit down at her desk while students worked on an essay. “But we aren’t exactly normal, either.”

“I’ve never heard you wanted to be normal. And we aren’t destined to be, given what we do.”

Nathan pressed his lips together and said nothing further. What he wasn’t sure of was if Sang wanted that normal life. Yet, when he considered the Academy, it wasn’t like joining was going to give her something normal.

The added relationship dynamic they had been talking about for months compounded the issue. They were asking a lot of each other, including Sang.

Suddenly, Ms. Johnson jerked and reached into a desk drawer, into where her purse was. She leaned over, looking at a cell phone screen. She frowned deeply and seemed to ponder the text.

Nathan pressed a few buttons. The camera overlooked her desk a bit, and he was hoping to get a good look and not need to send in Luke to check it out.

“She got a message,” Nathan said. “I’m trying to read it...”

“It’s okay,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “It was from Mr. Hendricks.”

Nathan looked up and waited.

Mr. Blackbourne was focused on his own screen and read. “Show up tonight at the school. Incoming food delivery. 11 pm. Make sure the school and grounds are clear of anyone else. Monitor the student lot during.”

That sounded odd. “Is that normal? To get a delivery so late at night at a school?”

Mr. Blackbourne lifted his head and raised an eyebrow, but instead of being upset, he seemed excited. “No. It isn’t.”