Alan had big plans for. They talked extensively about Trey and how proud they are of him. Teresa told some story about the exploits of her book club or something.

My mind strayed back to Mike’s message. Every ounce of my being wanted to leave and focus on translating the other messages. It was important. Not really important, but it was more interesting. Not that I didn’t like Alan and genuinely care about him, but-

“How about dessert?” Alan asked me.

“I should probably get-“

“Don’t gimme that,” Alan smiled, “you’ve had Teresa’s homemade ice cream before. I know you’ll want to stick around and have some.”

“Sure,” I smiled.

Both of them walked into the kitchen. I sat fidgeting with...

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