Sequel to the Wattpad novel The Age of Aquarius
E.J. Thompson, a reclusive author and former journalist, recalls the tales of four teenage criminals as Brooke King, Caleb Wolfe, and Nessa and Johnny Phoenix had exposed a corrupt billionaire for ille...
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Unlike some of his friends, Caleb is an 80s baby. He grew up in a poor Hispanic community in Harlem.
Cocaine and opioids had just hit the streets; Reagan's lies played on every television and radio station across the States.
Though a little boy at the time, Caleb had witnessed more dead bodies, corruption, and drug dealers than a procedural cop show.
His foster parents came and went; gangsters from every street corner begged Caleb to be their lookout. He knew they were using his telepathic abilities for their benefit, but he allowed it to happen because he wanted a family to look up to.
But now he has one.
As soon as the children woke up, they devoured their breakfast, collected their supplies, and put them in their bags.
After that, Caleb had called his foster mother-Bianca Salazar-from Argentina to give them troubling news.
"Oh, Hijo." she frowned. "I am so sorry to hear that. Would you like me and your father to come to the funeral?"
"Nah." Caleb smiles sadly. "My friends are going to be there for me. Even Enrique's parents bought our train tickets."
Silence came from the other end, prompting the telepath to press his ear against the speaker.
"Mom?" he inquired. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." her voice returned, but the tone is hollow as if she had been crying. "I am sorry, I was busy talking to my employer. Anyway, is there anything you want? Candy? Advice? My homemade Arroz con Leche?"
Caleb's stomach almost rumbled at the sight of his adopted mother's home-cooked meals.
"Oh, wait." Bianca groaned. "You have already eaten breakfast, right?"
"Yeah," said Caleb. "But maybe when we come home, I am sure Brooke and the others would love it."
"Speaking of Brooke, when can we meet your girlfriend?" asked Bianca. "It's been a while since your father and I saw her."
Caleb smirks a little. "Soon, Mom. I promise."
"Okay, so are you two still using protection?"
"MOM!"
"What? I am your mother! I am supposed to know these things. Also, are you still taking your medication?"
Sweat formed on Caleb's forehead as his voice grew quiet. "What medication?"
"You know, for your explosive diarrhea."
Overhearing their conversation, Nessa could barely hold her laughter.
For the trip to New York, she sports a denim jacket, a black tee with a Joy Division logo on the front, faded jeans, and Doc Martens.
Caleb scowled as the happy tears swelled in Nessa's eyes; he couldn't believe that this girl had the nerve to eavesdrop on their private conversation.
