I am at the home I once shared with my soon-to-be ex-wife, Holly, when my brother texts to let me know. Holly had invited me over for dinner. She had an ulterior motive. Our son, Avery, doesn’t let her shower in peace. Holly can lock herself in the bathroom, shower, and shave her legs if I am there.
Papa died, Lucas texts. Call me.
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