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Finding Sean’s home in the dark didn’t come easily, but I didn’t know where else to take him. Even after driving for forty minutes, Sean still looked like he wanted to rip Peter’s head off. I went to pull in, hitting the brakes before colliding with the closed gates.
A glance at Sean showed him staring straight ahead, eyes unfocussed—he hadn’t spoken the entire journey. With no other option, I flashed the headlights and leaned on the horn.
Within seconds, Ethan opened the front door and headed down the driveway toward us. He bent to unleash the catch and swung the gates wide.
I parked in front of the house and turned off the engine before jumping out the truck.
“Why are you behind the wheel of my truck?” Ethan asked, striding over.
“He couldn’t drive.”
“Because ... ?”
“There wa
