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Adrian Grayson slid off his chair and dashed upstairs after Xavier Grayson. He grabbed his writing board from his room, then pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Xavier Grayson wasn't in the room—he was standing on the balcony, smoking.

The little boy scribbled a line and held the board up in front of Xavier Grayson, tugging at his pant leg