“It’s because of Dad. Right? It’s because of him.” Jesse hung his head and swallowed. At the feel of her hand, he peered over his shoulder at her off to his right. “Like I said, I need to check the property.” “I remember,” she cried, catching him by surprise. “I buried those memories. I hid them in a dark place in my mind, but I’ve been seeing Chris’s therapist, the one helping him with his post-traumatic stress, and all those memories . . . they came back to me.” Her voice broke, and he knew if he looked at his sister, he’d break too. “I’m sorry you remember,” he whispered. “I had hoped you
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