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asheshovedmeoutofthekittoputitbaorder.Bathelivingroom,Irecheckedourbelongings,buttheywereallthere—theTV,stereo,nothingofvaluegone.

    Iexamihephotographsmoreclosely.Tesslookedalmostexactlythesameasshehadonourweddingday.SergeantWilliamDaystaredout,frozeniinhismilitarydress.Fromtheersofhereyes,RuthDaywatchedherson,hardlymorethanachildwithachild,yetfullofloveandpride.Iframe,thereIwas,aboyagain,lookingupandfullofhope.But,ofcourse,thatwasheboywastooyoung.Andinthatinstant,Irealizedwhohadeandwhy.

    Tesscameinandlaidherhandonmyback."Shallwecallthepolice?Isthereanythingmissing?"

    Icouldnotanswer,formyheartoundingwildlyandanoverwhelmingdreadfixedmetothespot.Wehadnotcheckedonourson.Isprihestairstohisroom.Helayasleep,kneesdrawnuptohischest,dreamingasifnothinghadeverhappened.Watghisiface,Ikohewasbloodofmyblood.HealmostlookedliketheboyIstillseeinmynightmares.Theboyatthepiano.松语文学Www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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