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Taking the key from my bike, I slid off my helmet and looked to the empty space under the carport. The space where Dad’s pickup should’ve been.
He’d been home when I’d left for The Hang & Hide.
Low light shone over the rear patio as I dismounted my bike and made my way to the back door. No one could be seen through the window I passed, and I pushed inside to the lingering odours of the dinner Beth had cooked, and what sounded like a warzone blowing up the living room.
I headed that way, pausing just outside the doorway to inhale.
Kyle and Brook.
For a beat, I considered turning away, going straight to my room, but if I knew they were in there, they likely knew I stood right outside.
On a sigh deep enough to raise my chest, I rounded the doorframe into a room lit only by the glow o
