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But I’ve never been here before. I’m sure I’d remember that?”
My wife sat across from me, her expression unreadable.
“No,” I replied. “I asked her once, when I was much younger.
I just wanted to know my story, you know? She said she didn’t know much. Just that she got me from a firefighter named Ed, and that I was left outside a burning house when I was four.
The only thing I had was a note pinned to my shirt.”
“What did it say, Travis?” Lily asked, her eyes wide.
We’d spoken about this before, but after Ryan’s little discovery, everything had seemed… different and darker somehow.
“‘Please take care of this boy.
His name is Travis.’ That was it. I’m pretty sure my mom has it stuck in a scrapbook or something.”
Lily reached for my hand and squeezed gently.
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