Chapter 110
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Homewas several hundred miles south, an apartment over a beachside diner, every space brimming with warmth and love. Homewas the man at his side, who had to be intimidated as fuck—Andy always forgot how big the house was, and that had been when he’d been coming back to it every few months—but was here anyway, holding tight to Andy’s hand and smiling bravely.
But it was hard to walk through the door and not call it “home,” even if it had never been half so welcoming as the place he lived or the people he loved now. Just a house, he reminded himself. His parents’ house. Soon to be his mother’s alone.