" We finished dressing andI brought the Dane to the front porch were Kim said the light was best forher sketching. I was holding him with a ...ollar made of one of my belts, and Kimsat across the porch and sketched. She was a pretty good artist, and I neverknew why she didn't pursue a career in art, but the sounds of an approachingcar brought me back to the real world. A Jeep rolled up the lane and slowedas it came near the house. The Dane started to get excited as he saw thedriver,. “It’s not like anyone would listen or believe me anyway. They are your kids and I’m not, I just want to go home,” I tell him and he slumps his shoulder before turning the file towards me. “Your father is gone, he’s been out of the country for over half a decade and there is no known location where to contact him. Your family is here now so this is what we’re going to do, you and I are not going to talk about this to your mother because it would hurt her and you are going to get a debit card. I heard him step away and something like a door opening. He came back and led me through a very large doorway, considering we both walked in side by side. ‘Well beautiful, welcome to paradise.’ I gasped as Beau pulled the offending blindfold from my eyes to reveal a sprawling ocean view, the waves were almost lapping at the back steps of this house we had stepped into. Who’s house? Wait, that’s, there’s trees on the opposite side of this little seaside apartment. It took me longer than I cared. After the third set of repetitions, he sat up, breathing deeply but not gasping. His chest and arms were gleaming, and he seemed to glow. ‘One more,’ he said, and went to the dumbbell rack. Amy saw that he chose a set from near the bottom – 40-pounders. He sat back down on the bench and began to lift them alternately, his biceps swelling as he curled one, then the other, up to his shoulders, over and over. She counted with him. Three sets of twelve repetitions each. Finally, he rose, put the.