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“What’s the matter, Sweetie,” Ann Ryan asked her son, Tommy. “You haven’t touched your breakfast.” Tommy didn’t answer; he just idly poked at his pancakes with his fork, a sour expression on his face. “You need to eat before you go to school,” Ann gently chided.
With a speed and a fury Ann wouldn’t have thought possible, Tommy suddenly drove his fork into her outstretched hand. She screamed, and Tommy laughed. Then, in a voice that wasn’t his own, he stated, “Tommy doesn’t live here anymore, Mrs. Ryan.”Read this story
|Page 1 : Sean noticed two things about the Ryan house as soon as the front door opened. The first was the set Details||00:06:00|
|Page 2 : Sean was disappointed when he first looked inside Tommy’s room. He’d expected the temperature to be Details||00:06:00|
|Page 3 : The hand pouring Sean’s coffee shook so hard he thought Ann would scald him. Nonetheless, she held i Details||00:00:00|
|Page 4 : Sean’s hands shook as he turned the doorknob on Tommy’s door and entered the boy’s room. Everything Details||00:06:00|
|Page 5 : Ann sat on the floor just outside Tommy’s bedroom, looking up at Sean. One eye had rolled skyward, w Details||00:06:00|