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Clutching his duffle bag tightly, he made his way to the porch and unlocked the front door The air was just as cold inside, his teeth chattering froht switch upon instinct and groaned when nothing happened

No electricity

He strolled through the downstairs in the darkness, co upon empty room after empty room

No furniture

"Fuck" He dropped his bag in theroo around at the barren walls, before closing his eyes

There was nothing there anymore

He could faintly remember the last time he stood in that spot The room had been cluttered, lived in and loved, every bit of space filled except for the back corner It had been bare; reserved for the one thing Car forfinallyit was the day

"How are they going to get it in the house, Moh the door!"

"Oh, they’ll find a way," Maura had replied, stepping into the room as she slipped on her jacket "Even if it’s piece by piece, they’ll get the piano in here" She ruffled his s to do, and we don’t want to be late for your recital! The new piano will be here e get hoht"

Carmine smiled fondly at the memory of his mom’s sweet voice, but his expression fell once he reopened his eyes His gaze drifted to the back corner of the living rooht

Tears burned his tired eyes for the second tiht it There was no one to hold the Tomorroould pick himself up and h, but not tonight Tonight he was alone in a cold, dark house, surrounded by nothing but fuzzy painful memories

Vincent DeMarco sat alone in his office, druainst the wooden desk The sun had set hours ago, the room enshrouded in total darkness His eyes slowly adjusted so he could view his surroundings, but he didn’t bother trying to look at anything He’d seen all he needed to see

Haven’s notebook lay open in front of hie Car of Carlo intently, taking in every line of his face, every distortion in his grotesque scar His skin crawled at how chillingly accurate her rendering of his appearance was, every crack and ripple, down to the s shaped mole under his left eye

A mole, Vincent knew, that had only appeared in the past year

He had run his finger over the spot on the page when he noticed it, wondering if it was just an ink s to convince himself it was a crazy coincidence There was no way she could have known it was there She couldn’t have seen it before

Unlessshe had

His stoht knots as he considered that

It didn’t help that the house was deathly silent--no laughter, no chatter, no ruckus upstairs No yelling, no fighting, no nothing at all Dominic had stormed out after Carmine left, and soon both of his boys would be hundreds of h Haven was technically still there She was above hihost as she lurked around in a trance

He wanted to say so to her, but he couldn’t find the words

Soon she would be gone, too She would step out the front door within a matter of days and likely never look back Vincent felt a sense of acco upon it was soe that his as still not done, and he was beginning to wonder if it ever would be

Pulling out his cell phone, he squinted froo phone nu twice before it was answered, the fa"

Vincent took a deep breath as his gaze settled on the notebook, Carlo’sback up at him

"We need to talk"

No one bothered Haven as she locked herself away on the third floor The days passed quickly, one after anotherinto the next, as the winter clouds drifted away, the sun againitself at home in the sky She read the letter Car as ht out soet of infor, bordering on delusional as she waitedand waitedfor him to return

But he didn’t