”Whitaker and Caldwell laughed but smiling at Taylor. He knew he was beat and just held up his hands.“Now that I’ve shown what a wonderful perso... I am, I can impose on John for a favor.”“You don’t need to do anything to ask me a favor,” Taylor said.“Yes, but this way it’s harder for you to say no. I was talking to my campaign manager today and he says you are testing extremely well across most demographics. I know right now you have to be focused on catching your terrorist, but once you get him. I can’t do the same in the case of my granddaughter Minu.She didn’t say anything, but I got the gist of what happened. Just the thought of it was making me angrier with every passing moment. “If only those fucking coward villagers had decided to fight back as I suggested. This wouldn’t have happened to my poor Minu.”I was angry and wanted to do a lot of things. But that wasn’t the time for revenge. Since she had arrived alone at my doorstep, I had to take care of her. I was not worried about my. And now he was going out with her. Arthated her. Art hated him.That night Art sat in front of the family computer, the harsh whitelight of the screen illuminatinng his dismissive expression. Once againhe had found himself stalking Jessica's Facebook pictures. Happy smilingparty pictures, duck faces and underage drinking. He scrolled throughthe pages. Jessica. Linton. Jessica. Jessica. Jessica and Linton. Hecould feel the bile and rage burning inside him. Why did she have itall? Why was she. I opened a bottle of wine, one from a local vineyard I knew she loved. I had picked it up that day. I poured her a glass as we relaxed after our meal. I didn't care for wine, a fact she well knew, so she wasn't surprised when I opened a beer. When her glass went empty, I poured her another and got a second beer.About halfway through the second glass she was nodding. I took the glass out of her hands."You seem sleepy honey. Why don't you lie back on the couch and relax. I'll put some music on.