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Darcy was jittery that morning too. She had once again put her fate in the hands of others. There was no control over what would happen next.
The reporter, Matt Méndez, deserved credit for fortitude. After all, her own people had always known there were other humans out there somewhere. Matt had had no idea. At least he hadn't accused her of being crazy. He seemed to be trying to believe her. Could he be trusted? Was there a reward for turning her in? Would he call those soldiers? Or would he try to help figure out some way to get her data to the right people. And if he did, would his help actually be helpful?
For the moment, there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Once Mrs. Alvillar's tortillas and scrambled eggs finally settled in her stomach, some exercise might be restorative. She would go out for a run.
