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pants, face unreadable, one hand gripping the railing. “Go to bed.”
Quincy did not move.
“Now,” Garrett said.
The word was not loud, but it changed the air.
Quincy slipped away without another sound.
I turned to my husband, expecting an explanation. He rubbed both hands over his face and gave me a tired smile.
“He has nightmares,” Garrett said. “You know continue reading …
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