Keira tipped the beer to her lips; she didn’t want to talk about the dark body in bathroom, and nodded. “It seems that way.”
Frank studied a towering spruce at the edge of the property, where grasses and weeds dissolved into scrubby bush on the other side of the fence line. “Looks like that’s where they’re nesting.”
“Like a family,” Tad looked up, following his gaze. “You know, with a mom and a dad.”
Sitting on the floor, Tad’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. Keira rose and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, sweetie.”
“I just want a mom and a dad.”
“Honey, you do. You’re lucky, remember – you have two houses – one with a mom, and one with a dad.” Out of the corner o...
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