"It's the same address," he said in answer to her unasked question, his voice subdued. "As the one on King's birth certificate, I mean. I guess they never moved."
"Jesus." She stared back down at the paper again, not reading the article but staring at the picture set next to it instead, a posed portrait of a neatly turned out couple in late middle age. "Does he know?"
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh about there I had an inkling, then when he found out later in the chapter...
Oh man the ache is actually visceral. It hit HARD. And then Abby's pain and god, King.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-10-24 03:01 am (UTC)"Jesus." She stared back down at the paper again, not reading the article but staring at the picture set next to it instead, a posed portrait of a neatly turned out couple in late middle age. "Does he know?"
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh about there I had an inkling, then when he found out later in the chapter...
Oh man the ache is actually visceral. It hit HARD. And then Abby's pain and god, King.