Two of the girls threw up.Once at the complex we were stripped of our meagre clothing and pushed insingle-file into a wide open space. Looking around,...I guessed this wassome kind of disused plane hangar from back when planes actually hadhangars. Nowadays of course they were all kept underground in hiddenbunkers, ready to be launched up and out like yesterday's rocket ships.Once in the middle of the hangar, we were stopped and ordered to facefront. We did as told, arms behind our backs. There we. Hanson suggested little things I could have Rebecca help with. I know Rebecca gave Mrs. Hanson more smiles than she did any other nanny we had, but sadly a stroke forced Mrs. Hanson to go to a nursing home. Both Rebecca and I visited her regularly until she passed quietly in her sleep when I was sixteen.I was fifteen when another big change occurred. Father was now making extremely good money, and he had moved us into a rather exclusive neighborhood of Phoenix. Most of the families here were. . oh god, Oh my dear god,” I said. “D-Did I kill Daddy?”Holding me even tighter still she said through tears, “Yes, you did. You dropped him with a single shot. The police came. You were in shock, and they took everybody’s statement. They couldn’t put you in jail, and nobody else even knew the gun was in the house, so there were no charges filed and the case was buried deep in the archives of the Provo police department.”“All of that work we did together. You helped only so you could keep me. I asked Melanie to get them for me. It was a little awkward when I got ready to leave. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally, I just walked to this woman, hugging her as tight as I could. I kissed her and she started to say something. I put my finger on her lips, watching the tears running down her cheeks. I left then.I went home and got ready to go to the gym. I started doing twenty minutes on the stationary bike. My thoughts swung to Melanie and last night. I did have some concerns. Would.