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I found Brian in the garage ten minutes later with Micah sitting beside him on the couch.
I knocked once against the open garage frame.
“Micah, go upstairs and pick tomorrow’s clothes.”
“Don’t do that.”
Brian leaned back lazily. “Do what?”
He laughed quietly. “I’m not allowed to miss my children now?”
“You always loved controlling the narrative, Laura.”
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