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“I don’t.” Sin pipes up. “I get that
he’s stressed. I just don’t think it’s fair
that he attacked me because of it.”
“Honey, are you sure?” Cohen
asks, and she nods, looking between us.
I lead Kurt outside and let him cool
off in my car. Cohen and Sin stand on
their porch. I use the key Kurt gave me,
walk through the house putting on lights,
looking for any sign of forced entry or
out of place items, and as I expected,
