Ava ~~~ The man who was shot, was that my father? I gulp, still hanging from Oliver’s arms, as Hayden waits for his answer. How old must he be now, 7 or 8? How am I going to explain to a little boy that his dad, my stalker, was killed by my dad? The Madame’s hand rests on his shoulder, and Hayden blinks away from me to look at her. “Come on now Hay,” she says, my eyes widen at how soft her voice sounds, “Let’s get you inside.” He shrugs away from her, though he does it gently, “I want my answer.” Stacy’s eyes furrow, troubled, “and you’ll get it, but right now we just need-“ He backs away from her completely, his hands crossed over his chest like a stubborn child angry that they weren’t given a snack. “Where's my dad?” He asks, sounding resolute. “I want to see him.” Oliver finally drops me as Hayden’s eyes flit around the messed-up wedding. At first, I’m sure he’s looking for Jaxon’s remains, and that odd static feeling tightens my heart. But then his eyes land somewhe
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