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Casey
My parents stood on my stoop when we pulled up, the Vipers’ doctor with them. Mom rushed to Ricky’s truck to help me out.
She fussed with my seatbelt, her hands shaking. “Are you okay, Casey?” Her voice caught on a sob, and I laid my hand over hers, stopping her.
“I’m going to be fine. They didn’t hurt me beyond what you can see.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she looked like she wanted to hug me but didn’t want to hurt me.
“Janet.” Ricky’s low tone had her moving away from the passenger door she’d wrenched open, and she stepped into Daddy’s arms who stood on her other side, his lips in a thin line, his brow furrowed.
Ricky pulled me out of his truck, and I bit my tongue to keep from groaning, closing my eyes and laying my head on his chest.
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