“What…?” Dillon tried to ask before being cut off by Wren.“Dillon, you need to go to the living room,” Wren told him forcefully.“Wren, I know that smell...,” Dillon started.“Dillon! Go to the living room. Now!” Wren told him.“But…,” Dillon began.“Dillon, do it,” Lindsay told him.Dillon looked at the two of them, then past them out into the yard. The creature was looking toward the house, and Crook was pawing at the fence, trying to get the creature's attention again. Dillon turned, walked into the living room, and dropped into the chair he always used. He looked at his mom and Wren, waiting for them to say something. Lindsay sat down on the couch. Wren took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he stood, trying to formulate what he would tell his stepson.“Dillon, there are some things that we haven’t told you about. Part of that is to keep you safe, and part is because we weren’t allowed to tell you,” Wren explained.“Wren, that’s Bigfoot! That is the same smell as when that t
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