If They Have to Drag Me Through the Streets

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Buck didn’t come to the door; there was no sound of movement inside. He was probably still sleeping. She dug through her purse for the spare key. She could let herself in, tidy the place up and get breakfast started. It’d be nice for Buck to wake up to a home cooked meal and a clean house. Buck had done that for her when she got home from the hospital after Braeburn. He meal prepped a week’s worth of dinners and deep cleaned the entire house and then ended up looking after Jee for the rest of the day so she and Howie could get settled in.

Where had she put that key? It wasn’t on the ring with the rest of them. She must have squirreled it away. If she left it at home she was going to—oh, there it was, tucked into the zippered side pocket, put there for safekeeping. Before she even had time to fit it into the lock, the door swung open to—

“Tommy?” she said, taking a step back.

In which Maddie finally sees her brother.

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