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He knew it had been a mistake to come back, even though something about Livingston had been calling him for so long.
He took in his son in the family room by the old brick fireplace, a room with an old shag carpet that he’d been planning on ripping out, and the girl sitting beside him on the dated sofa that had come with the house.
He could hear the video game, the blasting of guns, as he looked down from the kitchen into the family room of the sparsely furnished house. He hesitated only a second, taking in everything about the teenage girl, Alison. Her dark hair and eyes were a different shade than his son’s, but she had the same shape of face as Brady.
The fact was that her family was going through the worst thing imaginable.
He shoved in his earbuds, taking in the news playing l
