"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.