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“Night, Tash.” Laura gave her new partner a weary smile and climbed out of their rig. They’d been riding together for a week now, were starting to get comfortable with each other, learning to know and anticipate each other’s moves. She’d been grateful to get back to work, thankful for long hours with blaring sirens and flashing lights because they kept her mind off Archie, who had flown home to tell his parents about Rob. She wished she could work twenty-four hours a day until she couldn’t think or feel.
She wasn’t sleeping anyway. She knew the family was building toward an intervention. Somehow all of her sisters had managed to stop by and give her the side eye. A couple of the brothers had stopped by, too, but they’d managed to avoid all eye contact.
So typical.
Their visits were
