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Thad pulled out his cell phone and walked into the kitchen where he could talk without being overheard. The walls were filled with family photos that hadn’t been there the day he’d toured the place with Annette Becker. She’d hidden this whole world from him when she’d staged the house for the showing. He paused in front of a photo of Veronica holding a baby in her arms, kissing the child’s head. He blew out a slow breath as the tightness returned to his chest before he refocused on what he needed to do.
He added Zelda’s number into his contacts, then dialed Jared.
“I’m guessing since you’re calling, the open mic night didn’t go so well?” Jared asked with concern the second he answered.
He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger hard enough to see stars. “That wo
