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....... Arlo ....... “Thank you,” I thank the cab driver, getting off. It’s 6:30 am and I'm returning from the hospital. This is the earliest I’ve rushed home. I always get here around seven. Today is Friday and Harry is off this weekend. I’m also off but I asked to go in. I need the money. I enter the house and immediately get hit by the smell of breakfast, but it doesn’t surprise me. Harry is always up early, regardless of if he’s off or not. I think his body is used to waking up early. I open the door and enter the house but my brows furrow in question, finding him and Ross standing and waiting for me just as I enter, with a look on their faces like someone just died. “What’s wrong?” “We need to tell you something,” Harry says before asking me to sit down. I want to because t