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[Richard shifted, pulling her tighter against him. He knew that tone of voice all too well. It was the same voice he heard from himself when things became too real. Too much for him to think about, when all he wanted were answers but all he had were guesses and worst case scenarios. When, in quieter moments alone, he thought about the possibility of his father and Coralee actually being in Warren's hands. The thought that maybe, maybe after that phone call Warren had killed them, or that he was waiting to kill them in front of Richard. There were far too many horrible scenarios that played through his head, and he could do nothing about them.

So when he heard that tone coming out of Alex, he just held her tighter, chin resting against the crown of her head. He wasn't going anywhere. Even if he really was in need of a shower.]