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NATHANIEL VAN DE CAMP

I waved at Jacob Black before we left the ward but I didn't think he saw me. His mind was somewhere else, but I doubt it was his hunger that was bothering him. I deduced it was the owner of that name he kept saying before he woke up. Bella. He didn't look much older than I was but he was huge. He must have been a few inches taller than me and that's saying much because I was one of the tallest guys in my class.

I wondered where he was from. When he was finally awake, I realized he wasn't an Inuit native like I thought before. I couldn't understand why we found him like that but he didn't act like some wacko, as Annalise put it. In my opinion, he was sane but it was obvious he didn't know much about what was going on.

Dad was talking to the doctor about Jacob while Annalise was hanging by the vending machines trying to get some diet coke. I snuck a peek through the door and saw the nurse giving Jacob a tray of hospital food. My dad gave sacks of money to this hospital but I knew they didn't spend it on the food. I know because I was admitted here once when I fell in the river when we were hiking a year ago. I felt for the poor guy as I watched him gobble up all that slop they call organic food. He looked like he didn't like it but it was as if he couldn't get enough.

"Nathaniel, here's your jacket," said my father as he handed it to me. "What do you think about that young man?" My dad always asked my opinion about people. Most of the time, I was right. I even urged him once to hire my friend Kim and his friends on summer internship programs in his company. They were a group of Inuit boys I met while playing soccer in the county sports center.

"He's a little gruff," I told him. "I think he wants to get out of here but has nowhere to go. If he did, he would have said something to the doctor about it since he's insisting on getting out of here."

"I noticed that too," said my father. "Maybe we should find out where his family is."

"I agree," I told him.

"Agree to what?" asked Annalise as she stood beside us.

"Agree to helping out that young man we found," said our father.

"Daddy, don't you think we've done enough? I mean he might have been the neighborhood streaker or something and we were nice enough to bring him here!" Annalise whined. I don't know why she disliked Jacob so much but she didn't have a right to tell our dad who he can and cannot help.

"The guy isn't a streaker," I told her. "He must have an explanation about why we found him that way. Dad's just gonna help him find his family so they'll know he's okay."

"Can't you do that some other time? I wanna go home!" cried Annalise.

"She's right," said dad. "We'll come back tomorrow." I nodded and they followed me outside where I parked the car.

VICTOR VAN DE CAMP

I looked down from the loft at my children who were bickering down in the living room. I loved them both so much, but I couldn't get past their imperfections. Even though they were twins, they were as much alike as an orange and an apple. Annalise, although blessed with so much by me and her mother, still looked down on those who weren't as fortunate as we were. Nathaniel on the other hand, was level-headed but immature in so many ways. I hoped that would change one day.

When Allegra and I found out that she was pregnant, we promised each other that our kids were going to be the sweetest little angels ever to grace this earth. Unfortunately, that was only possible between the ages of thirty and thirty-five. I had no doubt that both our kids received all their traits from Allegra. Annalise was as spoiled as her mother was at her age, even more. She was every bit as self-centered, self-absorbed and as selfish as Allegra was. Unfortunately, she also inherited her mother's obsession with pink. I really feel for Horace. Not only did he call me to rant that his new pool at the Hamptons was now tiled in fuschia and mauve, but he was devastated when Allegra made him wear a pink tuxedo on their wedding day. The guy was almost near the finish line and Allegra wasn't making the last days of his life comfortable. She was nice as nice could get but sometimes, she could get on your nerves. The same goes for Annalise.

Nathaniel on the other hand, inherited his mother's penchant for making other people as comfortable as a balloon in a cactus patch. He always liked joking around but sometimes his jokes made other people feel uneasy and embarrassed. Not only that, but Nathaniel was obsessed with pranks. Not the harmless whoopee cushion kind, but the kind you saw on that show Ashton what's-his-name hosted. I deeply regretted letting them install MTV at their house back in Los Angeles. My main concern for him is that he's growing up but it's as if he doesn't want to. I've never seen either of my children take any form of responsibility, let alone any sign of maturity.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the alert of my computer. I looked at the inbox and saw that it was the background check for Jacob. Being the CEO of one of the most successful mining companies in North America had its perks now and then.

There was no record on Jacob except for his birth certificate, but there was some information on his father. Billy Black. It seems that Jacob was still in high school. As a matter of fact, he was the same age as Nathaniel and Annalise. It said that they lived in a town called Forks in Washington. What could Jacob be doing here in Labrador? I picked up the phone in order to call Mr. Black but then thought against it. If Jacob wanted to contact his father he would have done so already.

I may need to talk to that boy tomorrow and ask him some questions. I didn't know why I was so interested in him but then again, I always had a soft spot for people in need. From my observation, Jacob Black was indeed in need of help and maybe someone who will look out for him. I printed the information and put it in my briefcase.

"Daddy!" yelled Annalise. I shook my head and headed downstairs before my children killed each other.

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