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Jethro crept into the house and put a load of boxes by the door. Stella hadn’t been kidding. Her apartment was a disaster. He’d spent hours trying to pack up everything that was worth saving. He hurried back outside to get the rest of her things. The house was quiet, and he wanted to keep it that way. He grabbed the last few boxes and took them to the house. He put them on top of the others and turned to leave when Kim darted out of the back room.
“Hey,” he whispered, hurrying toward the door. “Goodnight.”
She touched her finger to her lips to silence him as she grabbed his arm, pulling him down the hallway. She quietly closed the back door and dragged him across the yard, stopping under the tree where Jackson paced.
“What were you thinking?” She dropped his arm.
“What else
