A panicked, hysterical scream, followed by bear growls. Stevie ran into the living room and dove under one of the couches. Where she would stay for . . . most likely a while. “There are bears!” she screamed from under the couch. “There are bears in our house! Why are there bears in our house?” Charlie scratched her forehead and faced Max. “Any word on Dad?” “Not yet.” “Why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?” Max shrugged. “Because I probably am.” “Is what you’re hiding going to give me a migraine?” “Yes.” “Then keep it to yourself for now.” “That was my plan.” “Does no one care
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