“If he tries anything with you, I’ll go over there myself and set him straight.”
“Or you could just move out. I’ll take care of you. I’ll pay for your studies…”
Charlotte’s eyes fluttered and a gentle smile tugged at her lips.
He was dreaming a little too far ahead.
Mr. Lane met Charlotte back when he was doing research in Lamplighter Village. A lot of his breakthroughs in physics were thanks to her. He always thought she was gifted and tried more than once to bring her to the city for school, but she always turned him down. Now that he heard she was back in Cabinda, he wasted no time inviting her over.
“I’m fine,” Charlotte said, her lips curving into a soft smile. She glanced at the spatula in Mr. Lane’s hand. “Are you cooking?”
“Oh. Yes, right!” Mr. Lane was well past seventy and his memory wasn’t what it used to be.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s eat first.”
Charlotte let him guide her to the dining table. Every dish on the table was something she loved, the same recipes her grandma used to make for her. She hadn’t expected Mr. Lane to remember.
“Eat up, sweetheart.”
Mr. Lane watched her with concern, constantly piling more food into her bowl. It was the happiest meal Charlotte had eaten since coming back to Cabinda.
After dinner, Charlotte shrugged on her radiation-proof jacket and sunglasses, then followed Mr. Lane into the lab. His research on electrical currents had hit a critical stage, and now he was stuck.
Charlotte flipped through the research notes and studied the reaction in the experiment. After a quiet moment, she asked, “Is the data wrong?”
Mr. Lane leaned closer, pushing up his reading glasses.
“Change this to ten.”
Charlotte was sure now. The analysis was off.
“Ten? Isn't that a bit much?” Mr. Lane hesitated, but in the end he trusted her judgment and made the change.


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