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Chapter Eighty-Two. Davina.
Chapter Eighty-Two. Davina. The boys are busy running around like headless chickens as Siobhan and I attempt to unpack the things we have brought for the weekend. Siobhan suddenly freezes, mid placing some of Lucas’ clothes into one of the drawers in Max’s bedroom, as the boys are sharing. She looks up at me and furrows her brows slightly. “What’s up?” I ask her, noting her now stiff body language. “Someone is talking a little too loudly outside, and is sounding pissed off,” she tells me, then closes the drawer before standing straight and walking out into the main area of the lodge. I am not sure what she is talking about, so follow her, after telling the boys to stay inside, not sure what is going on. As I step out onto the veranda I hear Justin grumbling, loudly. “Justin. What
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