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Dad tried more than Kill, though. He came up with all sorts of activities for all three of us, including hunting, but I believe Kill didn’t really like seeing Dad and me getting along, so he stopped coming. They grew further and further apart the older Kill got, and it turned into a cold war of sorts. One I wasn’t changing, because I don’t like the idea of Kill getting close to Dad. I barely tolerate his attachment to Mom, but with Dad or even Grandpa, that’s a red line. He has the rest of the world to charm. I assure Dad that Killian’s doing well, and he insists that we should come visit. In the end, I’ll drop by alone since Kill wouldn’t want to go anyway. I slide my phone back into my pocket and focus on something one of the guys is talking about, jumping in with the most basic replies. We step into a local coffee shop, the familiar hum of conversation and the sharp scent of espresso filling the air. It’s one of those quiet places, tucked away from the town center’s chaos, with mism