September 3, 2026

At Fourteen…. – News

The porch went quiet.

Dean stepped down into the yard, slow and dangerous. “What’d you say?”

Luke’s heart hammered, but grief made him stupid. “You heard me.”

The first hit wasn’t hard enough to drop him, just enough to split his lip and fill his mouth with metal. Dean jabbed a finger at the road.

“You got five minutes before I throw that bag after you.”

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