Don't judge a book by it's cover

A year later

Sitting in the second row of the function room of my son's school was the best way I could imagine spending my Saturday night. Jacob and his band were competing in the talent show. He hadn't stopped talking about it since they gave him the pamphlet.

There was a kid on stage that could solve three Rubik cubes in under a minute, he was impressive. But, I just wanted to see my boy perform. Ronnie, although being her brother's number 2 fan, claimed that she had already heard them perform a song, so I let her spend the night with Barbara and their nanny, who was a bubbly college girl.

Jason had left a few seconds ago to go to the bathroom. Of course, he was hanging out with the rest of the team in the back. I thought he wouldn't kick into teenage mood yet, but I lied to myself. I couldn't kiss his cheek in public, or call him something that wasn't Jason or son. I was surprised that he didn't make me sign a contract.

Jacob was okay with me claiming I was the woman who gave him life, as long as I didn't go crazy when he was on stage. As if I had done that before. Well, it only happened once.

He and his small band stood on stage. Í could see the way he was holding his guitar, he was nervous. The drummer, Jonny, looked at all of the somewhat nervous. Carl, the singer, nodded at him and they started playing. 

They did a small cove of Sweet child o' mine by Guns and roses. I knew they had been practicing for long enough to play it with their eyes closed. The whole fuss was the last solo, which had become somewhat difficult for Jacob.

I thought it was because he was nervous, or something, but once he showed me the piece of paper that had the solo written, I understood all the problems he had.

The numbers drawn on top of the lines were never-ending. Once the song ended, I tried to contain the urge to stand up and clap like the proud mother hen I was. But, a deal is a deal. I gripped the seat's arms to not jump, but I shouted and cheered as loud as I could.

I could feel my phone vibrating on my left thigh. It took it out with a small sigh. I looked at the caller I.D. and saw that it was Jim. I knew barbara had custody of their daughter tonight, so I was confused as to why he was calling me. 

I stood up slowly, making my way between the parent's legs. Once I was out, I leaned against one of the walls.

"Jim, what's up?" A small tint of worry was noticeable in my voice. I could hear Jim catching his breath on the other side.

"Do you still get Jeremiah's medical reports?" I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah..."

"What is his mental status?" I was getting more confused by the second.

"Jim, he is still brain dead. Can you explain what's going on? You're scaring me." I heard shuffling on the other side of the receiver.

"Olivia, it's me, Harvey. Jeremiah has escaped Arkham. We don't know how, but you need to protect the children. Are they with you now?" My blood ran cold, and I almost dropped the phone.

"The twins are with me, but Ronnie is with Barbara." I took a quick breath. "I'll take them to the apartment now. But I need Ronnie." Jim was the one to answer, making me believe I was on speaker.

"I'll get Ronnie, but you need to leave with the twins." I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"Okay."

...

After telling Jason to cut the teenager crap, we went looking for Jacob.

"Mom, will you explain? You're not being fair." I turned around to look at the elven-year-old that was a few steps behind.