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“You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t mean to, but if they put a tracker in you, these people are serious. We’ll need to scan everyone in the family if we find one on you.”

“Do you think so?”

“I do, tesoro. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. None of this is. Including my child’s disastrous attempt to seduce you or break us up. Maybe both.”

“The important thing is. Nothing happened that we can’t walk back from. She didn’t come into the bathroom. Which means she didn’t see me naked. I averted my eyes quickly enough. I didn’t see her. The most she did was be inappropriate. Again, in a way, we can all walk back from.”

“Therapy?”

“Therapy.”

“Why do I need therapy? I just got here,” Bug asks.

Doc is standing beside him. I was so wrapped up in my conversation with Charlie, I hadn't heard them come in. That’s not a good thing. I need to always be aware. Awareness will keep all my family safe.

“Bug, there are too many reasons for me to state.”

We all laugh.

“Charlie thinks she might have a bug and not the kind you treat with a prescription.”

Bug sets a large gym bag on a nearby table. While he rummaged through it, Doc went to a drawer and pulled out a few things.

“While Bug is looking, I’m going to get your vitals.”

“Go ahead, Doc.”

I stand up, putting Charlie back down on the exam bed and step to one side, taking her hand. Doc takes her vitals with efficient speed. He’s halfway done when Bug starts waving this small wand life device slowly over Charlie, starting with her feet.

Bug moves up to her legs while Doc finishes her vitals.

“Her blood pressure is slightly elevated, but that’s all. I can draw blood for labs if you want?”

“Let’s see what Bug finds first. Unless you want labs, Charlie,” I say.

She shakes her head. “I’m good unless we need to.”

Bug slowly makes his way up Charlie’s body using the wand device. It makes a slow, steady hum. When it reaches her jawline, the device lights up and emits several shrill beeps.

“Who has a dentist on speed dial?” Bug asks.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“We won’t know for sure until a dentist takes it out. Charlie, when's the last time you went to the dentist?”

“Three months ago. I had to have a tooth capped.”

“I’ll need the name of your dentist.”

Charlie gives him the name of the dentist, while Doc makes a few phone calls.

“We have an appointment. Let’s go,” Doc says.

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