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I couldn’t stop thinking about Thomas. Something was definitely bothering him, and it wasn’t just the fact that Victor was back. Whatever it was, I wanted to know about it. I wasn’t sure if I’d really be able to do anything to help, but I at least wanted to try.
I pushed myself away from the table and stood up. Victor looked at me, concerned. I gave him a reassuring smile.
"Will you be okay by yourself for a while?" I asked. "I just want to check in with Thomas, see if there are any last things he needs to tell me about the house."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm a grown man. I'll be fine by myself for an hour or two. I'll watch a movie or something."
"Where is that by
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