At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

run home instead of driven. So I took the papers. Smiled. Told them no problem.

Then I watched.

Madison walked upstairs without waiting. Tyler followed. Richard lingered.

I said, “How long have you known?”

He didn’t answer quick enough.

“Richard.”

“A few days.”

That little phrase. Casual. Small. Like a dropped spoon.

“A few days?”

“They got in a bind.”

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