Dash shook his head. “It’s okay. I just don’t talk about it a lot. My family was killed a couple of years ago. Colt’s dad took me in after that. I could’ve kept my family’s house, but it wasn’t a home anymore, so I let it go.” Pain streaked through my chest. He’d lost everyone in a single moment. “I’m so sorry.” I reached out, linking my fingers with his. The moment our hands connected, I was lost to a sea of visions. A younger version of Dash, tears streaking down his face as Colt pulled him into a hard hug. Then, a much older version of him with gray hair and a lined face. He wrapped his
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