“Even if it involves the girls?” Will nodded. “Their father doesn’t care about them, but if there’s one thing the man does fear . . . it’s that oldest girl.” “Charlie.” Dougie stood. “I’ll see what I can find out.” Will stood as well, already feeling a little better. Still angry, but now with some hope. “And, if we’re lucky, and all this gets fixed . . . I’ll be able to kill me brother with me bare hands.” Dougie patted Will on the shoulder. “We’re all hoping for that, Da. We’re all hoping for that.”
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