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Bon Appetit
I put Kris in bed, then slowly tucked him in. I sat next to him, my fingers gently running through his silky hair, my smile small. He really was the carbon copy of Gray, and I wondered how anyone would want to kill a child like this in such gruesome ways. Maybe I was wrong about him being collateral damage in the fire that had been aimed at Aunt Althea. Maybe... just maybe... the fire had been meant for him, and Aunt Althea had been collateral damage. It still didn't make sense, however. Why did it have to be at Aunt Althea's house? No one even knew the shelter he was in. Let's be a little rational, but they could have killed him in there, and neither I nor Gray would know. Gray hadn't even been aware of his living arrangements until yesterday because of the fire. Why would this person d
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