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“An omega…” That was the first thing Mrs. Palmer said after she hung up the call from Arden’s school, informing her of what had happened to her son. During the call itself, she had been too shocked to say much. As she rigidly sat on a living room couch, her high-pitched demands for more information had passed for how any mother would have reacted in such a situation. In truth, what had sent her reeling was a strong instinctual denial of the truth. It was accompanied by a vague sickly feeling in her stomach. If one had to use a word to describe that feeling, the closest thing would be repugnance. Watching her contorting face closely, the female housekeeper who had first answered the call ventured carefully, “Madam… should I get the driver to prepare the car for you…?” Mrs. Palmer looke