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Seated at a patio table at the seaside Seabreeze Inn, Jack stared across the sand at the ocean, willing the right words into his mind and onto the screen. His hands poised motionless over the keyboard, waiting for a cue from his brain.
He was accustomed to investigative reporting with its in-depth research, interviewing, and detailed writing. Writing and illustrating a series of children’s books with Ginger Delavie—a legend in her right among top-secret coding circles—required a rewiring of the gray matter.
This certainly wasn’t how he’d imagined spending his six-month sabbatical.
But then, Jack hadn’t counted on discovering he had a son, either. Or even getting a dog.
Next to him, Scout whimpered at a seagull cruising overhead. Jack reached down to scratch the dog’s neck.
Just the
