The rest of breakfast was quite uneventful and I barely had a second of privacy to ask mom if she'd asked dad about school before we were heading out the door for the bus that could be heard pulling onto the street.
I saw the car with the security team waiting, as they are every morning to follow the bus. I've grown accustomed to seeing them there and no longer question their presence since daddy had never given an explanation for them being here.
I'd say it has something to do with what happened to Catalina a few months ago, but they were around long before that. In the beginning they were usually just around the house and wherever mom took us on her own, but these days they're everywhere.
I ignored them and my peers on the bus because my mind was too preoccupied with my own problems.
