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life.”
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                  Our wedding had been small and intimate, in the chapel of a local church we didn’t attend but whose pastor agreed to marry us. We’d included the children, letting each of them light what the officiating pastor called “unity candle” to signify that we were all a family now, not just simply man and wife.
                  No one else attended. The five of us piled into my junker of a car and went out for ice cream.
                  What an inauspicious beginning.
                  I’d sold all my ratty furniture, boxed up my personal papers and belongings and moved into the house Kay had grown up in, the house we still lived in.
                  My father had been proud, in his illiterate Appalachian way that I’d “come into money,” even if I’d had to marry it. My mother knew better.
                  “You’re happy now, aren’t you?” she’d asked. “I can see it in your eyes.”
                  Our first years together were delightful.
                  I continued to work at the J-G. She took over her mother’s real estate business, Aurora Development, and built it up until it was one of the biggest corporations in Jubilant Falls.
                  She kept her hand in a number of causes—she was still my Kay after all.
                  She became chairman of the literacy center’s board of directors, endowed GED and career programs for high school dropouts, including a day care center for teen mothers to leave their babies while they studied. The homeless shelter was named for her father and, while it didn’t carry the family name, the domestic violence shelter received major funding from Aurora Development. The community enjoyed visiting musicians and amateur theater productions at the high school auditorium through the year, thanks to my Kay.
                  She did a lot of good.
                  Together, we raised those three kids, taking part in a litany of soccer practices, football games and dance recitals. Christmas was right out of Norman Rockwell and we made sure that the kids understood that their privilege was a gift, not a right. All the kids were required to work at the homeless shelter—and at the domestic violence shelter.
                  Kay didn’t want the kids to work at Aurora Development, unless they expressed an interest. She wanted them out on their own, exploring other options, so we went through all the things that kids thought they wanted to do—music lessons, summer science camps, skiing, even a short brush with 4-H and showing livestock.
                  Kay and I were passionate with each other, too, long after the honeymoon period passed us by.
                  Somewhere we must have just lost touch.
                  I pulled my cell phone out of my jacket and tried Andrew’s home number again. This time, he picked up. In the background, I heard a woman giggle, and sigh.
                  “Hello?”
                  “Hi, Andrew, it’s Dad. Can you come home? It’s about your mom.”
                  Once again, I explained the situation. I didn’t tell him I was too drunk the night before to find the one clue that could have kept her safe.
    Andrew was silent.
    “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 
    Chapter 5 Addison
     
                  Before I called Graham Kinnon, I needed to touch base at home.
    Duncan answered on the second ring. I could tell from the sound of cattle and the shug-shug-shug of the milking machines in the background that he was in the barn.
                  “I’m not going to be home for dinner,” I said as I lit another cigarette.
                  “Story?” He’d heard that excuse before.
                  “Yeah. Marcus’s wife apparently