I looked at Abbie. She was staring into her house, trembling. I moved then, getting in front of her and hooking my finger under her chin. “Look at me,” I murmured roughly. Those brown eyes met mine, shining with tears. “You want me and the boys to go in first? You can stay out here with Dave and Harris.” She blinked, swallowing. “I have to see it,” she rasped. I tilted my head slowly. “I can see it for you, Abbie. You don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” “We can take a look, assess the damage, and go from there,” Denver said, his voice soft. Abbie looked over at him, and the next
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