He found Jason in the M’s, the picture identical to the one on the desk, and wondered why Peter hadn’t come across it while searching the site. Probably never looked past the D’s, his weird obsession with this kid preventing it. And wasn’t that all this was? A grieving man’s obsession? A well-intentioned but ultimately hopeless deflection of the pain he was feeling? Busywork for the heart, twisted into something ‘mystical’ by the depth of his grief. He must’ve seen Jase at least once in the past—at the daycare, probably—and just forgotten about it, the picture of this other kid jogging his
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