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“That excuse ”

“Grab the boys The guys ant to see them”

I lean into the backseat unbuckling them before we all follow her into the rented space, but it’s empty “We must’ve missed them,” I call as she heads to the back office

I stand in the reception area while our little boys resuine noises as his favorite truck runs over the tracks on the rug, Dex is beside hi that will last before

“Hurry up,” I call to her as I pick up an issue of People azine “I can’t believe they subscribe to these Who reads them?”

I flip through the

“Heads up!” I call “Here comes my little wrecker”

“I can’t find it!” My friend’s voice is a muffled reply

Lane is content being the soundtrack for his truck as it follows the lines on the carpet I’ a movie reviehen the monotony is broken by a CRASH! a shriek from my friend, and the slow siren-whine from my son

“Dex!” I rush to the back

My little boy’s heartbroken cries grow louder, and I drop to the floor beside Elaine who’s trying to co his eyes, and I look around at the scattered photo prints and a large paperweight he knocked off the desk I’ll have to clean this up

“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, shushing hiainst lance up at Elaine “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“No,” she says, but her voice trails off She’s on her knees collecting the photos and looking at them, eyes wide

“What is it?” I reach out and take one of the prints fro it over, I have to blink twice to understand what I’ faster My breath coether I realize what I’

“Oh od,” I whisper as ht vomit