The public file reached for Mason first.
Jade saw it happen on the shelter tablet. One loose headline, one lazy connection, one borrowed surname pushed toward the sleeping boy as if a record could crawl into a cot and claim space there.
Her chair scraped back.
Mason shifted under the coat.
Jade stopped with one hand braced on the table, every muscle in her arm locked because the chair had made enough noise already. The room on the other side of the feed waited for her to snap. The tablet waited too. Waiting was part of the trap.
Waddell slid the screen facedown before the preview loaded. "The boy sleeps through this unless some adult earns the right to wake him."
Jade pulled air through her nose until her hand eased off the table. "Take his name out of every public line that can see this feed."
"I already moved it behind the shelter wall," Waddell said. "I am keeping the mistake where JJ can cut it apart."
That answer saved him from her anger.
