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The sound of a wooden spoon hitting metal rings out. He flinches. “Why, Frank? Why couldn’t you have asked for help? You didn’t the first time, and I thought you learned your lesson.”
He nearly laughs. Something escapes his mouth that sounds more like a frustrated whine than he’d care to admit. “No, I learned that you handle my mistakes by kicking me out to deal with them, and my job is the only thing I have.” He tugs on his hair just to get his hands off the counter. “I barely have that anymore.”
Though he can’t seem to comment on anything else, Robby is firm to say, “This isn’t your mistake.”
Four days a divorced man and Frank Langdon is sleeping in his car. Robby has something to do about this, even if he's bad at saying it.
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13 Jun 2026
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In an instant, Frank's life is shattered into a million tiny pieces and he cuts his knees and hands as he scrambles to pick up every...last...piece. He doesn't expect the willing hands to help him get back on his feet.
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13 Jun 2026
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In all the chaos of the "Amelia thing," as Holly calls it, or "the weirdest goddamn week of my life," as March calls it, or "the case" as Healy calls it, the bandages on March's wrist didn't exactly slip Healy's mind, but they weren't at the front of it. Now, face to face with the scar, the question of those bandages is suddenly all he's thinking about.
Or: March gets his cast off. Healy wonders.
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23 May 2026
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Between processing the unhealed grief of losing his wife, trying to keep from drinking himself into a coma, and struggling with his freshly grown feelings for his business partner, accepting a new case is probably not the smartest thing March has ever done.
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19 May 2026
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She stumbled slightly and the man closed the distance, grabbing the back of her bag. She quickly slipped her arm out and took off. She was four houses down when she started yelling.
“Dad! Mr. Healy!”
She was two houses down when March stumbled out the front door, eyes wide and frantic. His eyes went from Holly to the man behind her.
“Holly!”
OR, Healy realizes he is more protective of this new family than he thought.
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18 May 2026