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KACEY
Since Tyler wouldn’t answer my calls, I grew desperate and sought him out, stopping first at his house and then at the gym. When I walked in, everything was normal, people were working out and enjoying their day just like usual. My life, however, was crashing all around me. I didn’t know whether to come or go.
“Are you going to work, or are you just going to stand there?”
I turned around and there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, was Tyler’s father. He was dressed in a pair of black and gold fighting shorts with a plain white T-shirt drenched in sweat. He and Tyler looked so much alike, I wanted to burst into tears where I stood. They had the same blond hair and cut, even though Steven’s was showing some gray. They also had the same body type, tall and muscular
