blankets with Bear’s head resting on her lap.
She looked terribly thin.
A blue scarf covered her head.
“No.”
“Lorraine—”
“He’s meant to do more.”
She ran one hand over Bear’s ears.
“He’s the smartest one we ever raised. He’s going to help people.”
Henry looked away.
“We love him.”
“That’s exactly why we have to let him go.”
She smiled weakly.
“You don’t keep something from becoming what it’s supposed to become just because losing it hurts.”
So Henry drove Bear to the academy alone.
Lorraine was too sick
