Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence.
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