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When Ryan O’Connell stepped inside his house, he froze. The TV was displaying some videogame he’d never seen before, and Alison was on the sofa with a lanky teenage boy who had short dark hair and long legs, wearing blue jeans and a gray T-shirt. They were sitting side by side, controllers in hand, playing some guns-blasting game, which he had no idea his daughter had any interest in.
No, scratch that. He knew she hated everything about videogames.
He paused for a second, feeling dusty and dirty from the trail and hearing a clatter from the kitchen just as Eva came racing through the front door behind him, followed by Charlotte, who was appearing more pregnant every day, in a T-shirt and yoga pants, her long dark hair hanging loose.
“Didn’t know Alison had a boyfriend,” Charlotte sai
