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The little three-bedroom house at the end of the street, surrounded by neatly kept green grass that looked as out of place in the rundown neighborhood as a horse at a dog race, was the most important address in Kade’s life. Although the road and neighboring houses looked as though they had survived an apocalypse, the house hadn’t changed from his very first memory of it more than two decades ago. It was the house where he had grown up with Linda, his maternal grandmother, after he was dumped as a baby on her doorstep and his mother went missing to never be seen again. Linda had never hidden the truth from him. As a result, so many questions had plagued Kade for years surrounding the disappearance of his mother. Once he had gotten over the hurt of being abandoned at just a few days old