No Ordinary Home

“That’s a stretch. It’s not like the FBI was monitoring my mail.”

“No, but Mom always worried. She was paranoid. You don’t know what it’s like to live with an abusive man. She did.”

He relaxed his rigid stance, but only a fraction. “No, I don’t.”

She touched his arm. She didn’t want him angry with her. She needed him, but more than that, she wanted his friendship. She’d lived too many years without friends when she was growing up. Those few weeks in Ordinary had been a lantern glowing in the darkness, with Finn the flame.

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