parked her car across the street, in the lot of a small coffee shop, and waited. It felt like stalking, and a
a stiffness that spoke of deep aches and pains. He didn't head toward the construction
at a discreet distance. "What are you
een lawns and picket fences. It was a world away from his grim apartment
he could knock. Dori Duffy. His aunt. Genesis could just mak
e money? Your mother's m
lls Mitch Kowalski had thrown at him. The money he'd been
even more. "Is this it? Is this all? At this rate, that settl
ther, Barb Morrison, Cas
ay behind Dori. Dale Duffy, his uncle. He saw Cas and, without breaking stride, haw
you everywhere,
lent anger. These were his famil
ing. His voice was low, almos
d up? No. The doctor says she needs calm. Th
r mark. Genesis saw the flicker of pain in his eyes
jabbed a thick finger into Cas's shoulder. "Yo
, his silence more d
sistance, shoved him hard in the
ing himself just before he fell. He looked up, and for a second
open hand, the crack of it hitting Cas's
ke a gunshot to
oomed on his skin. He didn't make a sound. He just took it, hi
i grabbed his arm. "Not on the porc
get out of here. And don't come back
shut, the sound
long, long time, staring at the clo
r. And the very people entrusted with her care were the ones torturing her son.
ed. He didn't go ba
rted w
s shoulders slumped in defeat. He walked for miles, through manicured neighborhoods and past busy
every painful step he took, Genesis's res
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