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for initial treatments. Will be integrated into unit #1 May 22.
    April 28: Dani has responded well to treatments. OB has requested a shift in the time line. Dani will be introduced to unit #1 this afternoon.
    April 29: Dani’s introduction to unit #1 a success. All accepted her.
    May 2: Dani shows successful signs of heightened senses, greater strength, and a slower rate of aging.
    I skimmed the rest of the page, then opened the picture attached to the file. It was of Dani standing in front of a white brick wall, hair hanging loose around her shoulders. It looked like an ID picture, one you’d put on a company badge.
    While she wasn’t exactly smiling, she didn’t look sad. She looked hopeful. There was a glow to her cheeks, a brightness in her eyes.
    It was a far departure from the few minor flashbacks I’d had of her. In every memory, she was unkempt, disheveled, worn-out. In the picture, it was as if she was about to embark on a new adventure and couldn’t wait to get started.
    I opened a new file, this one labeled WILLIAM O’BRIEN . Will was my biological father’s older brother. From what I could tell, he’d been close to our family. The picture of him looked like it’d been taken covertly. In it, he was crossing the street in some nondescript town, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes.
    His hair was the color of cinnamon, like Dani’s, kept short and neatly trimmed. Freckles covered his face.
    Based on what little information I’d been able to find, he was still alive. But he had vanished off the face of the earth over six years ago. I couldn’t dig up anything on him, not even a parking ticket, which made me wonder if he knew about the Branch and how it had ruined our family, and if he’d been in hiding ever since. I wasn’t giving up hope that he was out there somewhere. I’d find him eventually. He might have answers to my past that no one else did.
    A coffee mug was thrust in front of me. I looked over my shoulderat Sam. He was freshly shaven, dark hair still glistening from the shower.
    “Hey,” I said, taking the mug in my hands. The coffee inside was such a light brown, one might argue it was more milk than coffee, but that’s the way I liked it. And I liked it even more that Sam knew that.
    “Hey,” he answered. “Have you eaten yet?”
    No. “Yes.”
    “She’s lying,” Cas called from the laundry room. I hadn’t even known he was there.
    “How would you know?”
    Cas came into the kitchen as he shrugged into a navy-blue flannel shirt. “Because if you had cooked something, I would have smelled it, obviously.”
    I checked the clock on the laptop. It was close to noon. “Fine. I’ll make something now. I have everything for spaghetti and—”
    The front door burst open.
    Cas and Sam armed themselves and pressed into the wall that backed up against the living room.
    I hid beside an old rickety buffet and mentally calculated the feet between me and the closest gun in the house. There was one in the laundry room, hidden in an old box of powdered laundry detergent.
    Ten feet, give or take.
    I could reach it.
    “It’s just me, dumbasses,” someone called.
    Nick.
    I came out of my hiding spot and headed for the front of the house.
    Cas was just tossing aside a flashlight when I walked in.
    “What did you plan on using that for?” Nick said. “Were you going to blind me to death?”
    Cas picked the flashlight up again. “Would you like a demonstration?” He cocked it over his shoulder. “Bet I can brain you faster than you can punch me.”
    Nick’s shoulders rocked back. He tightened his jaw as if he were trying to decide which was more important—besting Cas or looking like the mature one who wouldn’t take the bait.
    “Bet you can’t,” he finally said, and Cas grinned.
    “Stop it,” Sam said. He wrenched the flashlight out of Cas’s hand.
    “Come on!” Cas whirled around. “I had it in the bag!”
    “Like we need to be dealing with a concussion right now.” Sam set