Nathaniel collapsed against me, mouth still open, gasping as if the air were too thick to breathe. Sheriff Christopher frowned at me. You told me months ago that Louie is nothing like your dad. There were hundreds of them and only a handful of us.
Louis once; now as he moved toward me, he seemed somehow diminished. He didn't want us here. He gave me an unhappy smile. Though the place was so messy that I wasn't sure I'd have taken a seat if it had been offered.
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