I finally got off work, and I was finally home. Zoe and I performed one arrest on an individual caught shop keeping. Besides that, the day was empty. I’m willing to believe that I used to be put in more dangerous routes before Shelby became commander. Was this her way of telling me she cared? I couldn’t tell, and I felt strange asking.
Either way, I wanted to just sit down and have dinner. I had quickly heated up a small meal in the oven, and was at my table to eat it. However, when getting comfortable in the chair, I heard the crinkling of paper.
I reached into my pockets, and pulled out a slip of paper. Unfolding it, I found out it was a note.
You’re better than you think – Shelby.
I suppose that’s a pretty clear way for her to tell me she cares. When did she find the time to slip this in my pocket without my knowing? Maybe that doesn’t really matter, does it? Maybe what matters most is that she believes in me.
Again, I found myself having these thoughts. Who else cares, though? What about some of those who maybe don’t care? How do I tell the difference between the two? I know that Shelby cares. I think she’ll be my basis for this. Despite how clear it is he wants to use me, is it possible even Death cares?
Hell, that complicates things. Maybe I should go back to thinking specifically about people who care about me. There’s Shelby. I think Zoe? Definitely Annabelle.
Annabelle! That’s exactly it! With that thought, I leapt out of my chair, abandoning half of my dinner, and rushing downstairs. With ease, my door was open and my computer was being turned on. I only had to wait a couple moments more for my computer to be online and running.
Once it was ready to go, I got straight to work. I was tearing through all amounts of documents, and trying to find a specific username. I had an algorithm to break the password, so there wouldn’t be any issues there.
It took me a couple of hours, but I was able to find a username. Once the algorithm had guessed the password, the next step was just to get Annabelle registered as a citizen.
I realised while filling out the information that there was a lot of information missing about Annabelle. I didn’t know her birth year, but I was able to figure it out by knowing her age and birthday. She didn’t have a last name, so I gave her the last name “Maria.” Zoe could change it once she adopted her. She didn’t have parents, so I couldn’t fill that out. I simply had to list her birth as undocumented. Well, I guess that part wasn’t much of a lie.
It took a lot longer than I anticipated, but in the end, I was able to input Zoe’s address to have a birth certificate and social security card mailed to her.
I sighed after I was done, and logged out of the account. No one was going to track me, that much was certain. After hours of work online, Annabelle was now a citizen ready for quick adoption. Zoe needed to only fill out a few papers, and Annabelle would be hers.
“You’re right, Shelby,” I said to the empty air. “I am better than I think I am. Let’s hope I don’t fall into a relapse.”
I reached underneath the desk and hit the power button.