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be mad at you,” he said. “Whatever happened, it is not your fault. Do you hear me? Not your fault.”
Owen made a small sound that might have been agreement, might have been pain.
William pressed on. “Come to me, buddy. I’m right here. I will protect you.”
There was a pause, long enough that William’s heart pounded in his ears.
Then Owen began to crawl out.continue reading …
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