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Chapter 1

Wren

“Nana!” I sigh as I cli the box I just picked up fro with the carrier Puff Daddy is in

Puff er seat, but the box tu soif I’ve ruined it before I even have the chance to open it

“The entire situation is just so very sad,” et her attention for the last five minutes

She’s not hard of hearing, even in her old age She suffers fro if she doesn’t want to listen to reasoning—sohty-four, what did you say dear card Only today, she isn’t even giving me the opportunity to reword my last statement

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

I have an opening She’s finally giving me the chance to voice my opinion on the matter, but like ree and move on with my day, but after her heartfelt post earlier on social media and my position as the IT specialist—and talented hacker—for Blackbridge Security, I feel an innate responsibility to correct the issue, not that people on her “friends list” have any clue what I do for a living According to Nana, I sit at a coeous young anized

“He doesn’t need a heart transplant,” I inform her, not for the first time since I called her earlier

“It’s obvious he does, dear” Now it’s her turn to sigh, as if I’ her “I read it on the Internet”

“And everything online is real,” I mutter

“What was that, Wren?”

Another chance to just leave it alone, but the e to ot froo I’m not Elsa, and this isn’t a damn Disney movie

“Robert Downy, Jr, AKA Iron Man, doesn’t need a heart transplant He’s an actor in a movie”

“With a bad heart,” she agrees,the point entirely

“The character in the movie has a bad heart I’m certain Mr Downy is fine”

“They’re raising ery”

“Iron Man is rich He doesn’t need donations”