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Vincent stared at the blood-patched cloth drenched in vodka Leo was hovering in front of his face with dismay. “Another one? Don't you think this is enough now?”

He winced when the cloth was brought down on a small cut on his left cheek. Just as soon as the alcohol stopped burning in the wound, he had another bright pink band-aid with a grinning unicorn plastered on his face.

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“Vincent, we need to get the hell out! The cops are here.” The call of the criminal, her husband had been obsessed with for the past six months, carried over to her hospital room.

Their baby started to fuzz in Vincent's arms at the sudden, nervous energy that the words brought with them.

When Carol lifted her head to look at her husband, his eyes were darting between his daughter and the door. Again, she was losing a battle she'd never wanted to fight. The need to follow the cry of that stranger was stronger than the pull of his own family.

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The phone rang and pulled me out of my well-deserved sleep prematurely. A sound, that couldn't exactly be called a word, escaped my throat as I answered it.

The wailing sound that greeted me might have been a banshee, but it sounded too much like my little sister to fool me. “How do I turn it off!!?!”

“With a hammer,” I said, before I could collect all my senses. It was an inside joke between us, so I was fairly certain that she wouldn't bolt to the garage immediately.