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“What kind of a situation?” my mom asked worriedly

“Dad with you?”

“He’s right here, hold on” The sound changed when she put the phone on speaker

“I’ on?”

“I’ a little as the baby started to stir “And I’m pretty sure they’re dead”

“Say what?” he snapped

“I was up in their daughter’s roounshots downstairs,” I whispered “Then unshots, then quiet”

“Oh, shit,” my mom mumbled

“Where are you now?”to the unnatural caler or hurt I’d heard it countless ti up, but it had never coht then

“I’ in the closet”

“You think it’s a good spot to stay?”

“Well, I’ it back fro and didn’t find me”

“Christ,” he hissed

“But I’ve got a week-old baby withto keep the panic out of -term solution”

“Yeah, no shit”

“Holy hell,” my mom said “That poor baby”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, rubbing ed in an instant I sed back the bile rising in my throat

“I’ll send so the side conversation between my mom and I “Text me the address”

“I don’t know the address I’ll drop a pin and send it”

“I’ve got no fuckin’ clue what that means,” he snapped