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family.
Behind him, the injured woman grabbed his sleeve weakly.
“Daniel…” she whispered. “Look at him.”
Recognition hit like a hammer.
Ridge’s voice lowered.
“How old are you, Ethan?”
“Seven.”
The number landed perfectly into a timeline Ridge had never stopped counting.
Sirens echoed faintly in the distance now.
Ridge leaned closer.
“Has Gary ever called you continue reading …
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