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“Any changes?” Charlotte asked as she and Liam walked into Kennedy’s room. She looked just as tired and weary as Greg felt. Greg shook his head, tired of never having a new answer for her. It had been over a week since their dad had been attacked and there had yet to be a single sign that the man was improving. He was still lying on the bed, pale, unmoving, and unresponsive, even as his lungs continued to breathe on their own and his heart continued to pump blood through his veins without help. There’d also been no progress in their search for the attacker. Nobody had heard or seen anything that night, and their questioning of the old Masters’ family members who’d stayed behind hadn’t turned up anything either. “Can you feel anything?” Greg asked Charlotte, as was their routine. “His