Avery's POVHe stopped in the kitchen doorway.Dean was not a man who did surprise well. He was not a man who did anything well, really, but surprise in particular was a genre his face had no training for. He looked at me and then at my mum and then at the purse on the table between us and then at me again, and I watched all three things land one after the other in the space of about two seconds.He tried to smile."You two look serious.""Sit down, Dean," I said."What is this.""Sit down."He did not sit. He stayed leaning against the doorframe in his coat like he had options about it. He looked at my mum."Sandra. What is going on."She opened her mouth and nothing came out. I did not look at her. I did not need to. I had watched her do that a thousand times in the two years Dean had been in this house and the one thing I knew was that if I looked at her while he was trying to get at her, she would crack, and if I did not look at her she would hold.I kept my eyes on him."Dean. Th
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