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Blood flooded into Alaric's head, blurring his sense of reasoning. He went numb. Dumb. For a long minute, he looked blankly at his father, like he had just said words only aliens would say. His expression was blank, not until his brows furrowed. "Wh... What...did you just say?" For the first time as long as he could remember, he stuttered. His throat itched with a blend of conflicting emotions and thoughts. As much as his father's words were clear, the sincerity of it wasn't. How could he even say a thing concerning his mother? His mother was gone. She left him to have a better life. So, why would she be back to wreck havoc? Just why? It wasn't possible. Mr. Stones adjusted himself on his seat, holding Alaric's hand tighter in his. "Son, I know it's a difficult pill to swall