Lennox's Point of View
I woke up screaming, covered in sweat, chilled to the bone with what I had dreamed. In my vivid nightmare, my daughter had been captured and experimented upon by the Hunter Foundation. The horrifying and disgusting, evil things that Achan Mardochaios had done to my daughter in my dream made me retch repeatedly. I had kept Jo safe for twenty years, unaware of who and what she indeed was.
I had failed to protect her. It had now been a week, 168 hours, 10 080 minutes since Jo had left her dorm room undetected. I had no idea where my daughter was. Wesley was on personal leave, and even though I had capable staff members ready to assist me with everything I needed, none of them were aware of the history behind Jo becoming my adopted daughter. My carefully curated world
