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Singer
32 days with Miles
Singer went into work again—and he hadn’t volunteered this time, but he also hadn’t complained—and circulated the new round of photos on his phone. He endured the questions and excitement with patience, part of his brain worrying about what was happening back at the house and the other part entirely relieved to be anywhere else. He’d left four messages for Brandi, who wasn’t returning them, to ask how things were going and when the next court date would be.
When he sat down to actually run the round of reports he only had access to on the internal server, he took a second while the computer was booting up to check for messages again. And to text Alice.
At work. Check on J&M for me?
Sure thing, little brother.
Alice was technically an only child. She’d be
