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The updated art-center paperwork should have taken me a few minutes.
They had changed some of their pickup and security procedures after everything with Razor, so every parent had been asked to complete a new packet before the next session. Most of it was ordinary information I could fill out without thinking: Millie’s full name, date of birth, allergies, my phone number, and the people allowed to sign her out.
I sat at one of the little tables outside the classroom while Millie painted something purple through the glass.
Nixx waited near the courtyard entrance, while Benny had claimed a bench across from me. Neither hovered anymore. We had worked too hard on that after Millie reminded us she was eight, not two. They were close enough if anything happened, but far enough away that s
