He wore faded blue jeans on Saturdays and a white T-shirt tucked into his belt while he worked from his home office upstairs. The kids were playing outside. They always wore ratty clothes with bright cartoon characters on the front, and Matt never liked that Joyce dressed them that way. But they were trying to save money.

Daniel was the younger of the two. Matt watched him from the office window as he darted out into the cul-de-sac after the basketball that ricocheted off the new '95 Mazda Protégé and bounced out in front of the neighbor's car that was backing out of the driveway.

"Dan!" Matt shouted, but the window was closed and no one outside could hear him. He jolted up from his chair and spilled coffee all over his lap and paperwork. "Shit." Good thing it...

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