Misha woke up just from a feeling that somebody was looking at him. He'd dozed off in a waiting room chair again when Dad sent him to clean up and eat. They were all exhausted and caught up in a routine they couldn't break.
He yawned, rubbed his face and hair briskly, and left the room to check the observation window a few feet down the hall before going to sit with Mom. Either James or Eliza would spell him later. He thought Anya was at the office under Mr. Rhodes' and Dragon Lady's noses. Dad would know. Dad knew where they all were at any time.
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