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He looked at Marilisa and shook his head.

“I-I don’t know what to say. I had no idea. I mean, I heard you calling for help on the island and then the other night with the nightmare, but I thought that might have just been because you’re like us.”

“I told Saint that I felt like I knew you. I know we never met, but I could feel some sort of connection,” she smiled. Trevor and Ashley smiled at her. “You’re still my parents. You’ll always be my parents.”

“Sweetie, there is enough space for more than one set of parents. It’s happened before, and it looks very much like it could happen again. We will always feel blessed to have been your parents,” smiled Trevor, hugging his daughter.

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been a father before,” said Griffin. The others all laughed, nodding.

“Every father is a first-time father, Griffin. Lucky for you, there are no late-night feedings, diaper changes, fevers, measles, or terrible twos. You two will figure this out.” Hex and Eric laughed at the man, giving him a wink.

“What about my mother?” asked Marilisa. “Is there any way to know who it could have been?”

“Well, it’s quite possible that she was a normal woman. No powers,” said Adam. “You have exceptional intelligence, but that by itself doesn’t necessarily mean you’re gifted. I mean, you are.”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” she said, smiling at him. “But they found you all once before. More than once. What if they find you again?”

“They won’t,” said Hiro. “Our own security features will ensure that anything they’re picking up on will be blocked or diverted using Thomas’s technology. Even Spook is learning that the onslaught of constant communication for him is significantly lessened since he’s been here.”

“Okay. So, now what do we do?” she asked.

Griffin looked at Saint, then stood walking toward his newfound daughter. She stood as well, waiting for him.

“Hello, Marilisa. My name is Griffin, and I believe I may be your biological father.”

“Hello, Griffin,” she smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Saint and the others watched as Marilisa and Griffin walked up and down the long, tree-lined drive. Sometimes, they would stop and stare at one another. Other times, they would laugh.

“Are you alright?” Saint asked Trevor.

“I am,” he nodded. “I meant what I said. There’s enough love for everyone. She deserves to know her biological parents, and it’s obvious those she thought were her parents were not.”

“I’m going to protect her, Trevor. I’m not going to let anyone get to her.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“How’s everyone doing?” asked Ivy, Bryce’s wife.

“Well, we’re still trying to figure out how all this pink dust and pink particles in everyone’s brains work. But, we’re good,” smirked Saint.

“Let’s wait to see the slides on our new folks before we assume they have pink particles as well,” said Gabi. Ivy was frowning at them, deep in thought.

“What’s wrong?” asked Trevor.

“It’s just that, well, maybe this isn’t pink at all.”

“It looks pink on the slides,” said Gabi. “And all the people who were at The Depot said there was pink dust everywhere. What are you thinking?”

“It’s something we learn in photography. Everything is based on light. You can’t always trust what you’re seeing with the naked eye. Pink, for instance, even pink radiation that I’ve tried to photograph, isn’t really pink.”

“Wait, you were trying to photograph pink radiation?” asked Saint.

“It’s a long story, but it was for an article about a leaking reactor. Anyway, it wasn’t pink at all. It’s an illusion. A mix of red and blue light that makes it appear pink. But it’s not.”

“Shit,” muttered Riley, looking at Gabi. “It might not be pink at all. We need to change the way we’re looking at these particles. We’ve been trying to find the source of something pink. It might be that we need to look for the source of two things that are blue and red.”

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