Tank POV
Breakfast was the best start I could ask for to begin a day.
Uncle Simon and Tandy had us in stitches as they recounted some of their childhood escapades; they made mine look dull. Even the bodyguards were relaxed and joined in, but we all knew what was to come, and eventually the inevitable began.
Fixer, by name, Fixer by nature, my little lady had a mind that didn't stop working, trying to find ways to make things easier, simpler. That was how she came up with the idea of sharing the scrapbook so we could all see it, at the same time, and discuss it.
I was better prepared for the pictures this time. I had nightmares of these pictures last night. I almost phoned my brother to come and look at them, but his temper was worse than mine, and if we somehow found out who did this,
