Jack opened the door with his hand on his chest, breathing rapidly. “Oh, you’re home,” he panted, turning back into the house. “Grayson, they’re home! Call off the search.” I stopped just outside the door as Grayson came running out. His hands went to his knees, and he started taking in deep breaths before he stood. “I’m sorry. I get worried easily. The bus just drove past, and it didn’t stop. I panicked, thinking that something had happened to you both, and I called Jack to come home from work. Can you call me if you’re going to walk home? Please? My heart is getting old. If you need a lift,
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