comes.”
That was the first answer he seemed to trust.
Maya spoke with Daniels, then with me. She asked why I was involved. I told her exactly what I had seen, what the children had said, and how I knew their father.
She listened without being impressed.
I liked that.
“Mr. Steel,” she said, “I appreciate your concern. But I need to be clear. These children have experienced a major disruption today. They need stability, not pressure.”
“I agree.”
“Your name carries influence.”
“I’m aware.”
“That influence can help, but it can also complicate things.”
“I’ll do whatever is appropriate.”
She studied me for a long moment.
“Appropriate is often less satisfying than people expect.”
I glanced toward the children. “I’m not looking for satisfaction.”
“What are you looking for?”
The answer should have been simple.
Justice.
Accountability.
The truth.
Instead, I found myself watching Owen press Captain’s paw against
