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HILL HOUSE, NOW
Camille just wanted someone to listen to her. There were four other people in the room and not one of them seemed to hear a single thing she said.
"He didn't have to break the house," Shirley whispered under her breath, gazing at the broken pieces of her 'Forever Home' that littered the floor.
"I don't think he did," Hugh responded.
"If it wasn't Luke, then who was it?"
"Maybe it was one of your kids," Steve suggested.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Shirley nodded, sarcastically. "It was probably my kids. Or maybe it was the guy that just stole a car, to put a needle in his arm."
Camille shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Do you really think that low of him?"
The oldest sister turned to Millie. "Well, considering he just stole a wallet and a car, yeah, right now I do."
"I'm worried about more than him putting a needle in his arm," Theo said, gazing into nothingness.
Camille's head snapped toward her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that suicides can cluster in families. Especially twins. If they lose a twin," she paused to take a look at Camille's suddenly terrified face. "The odds go up... He may not be planning to come home..."
Millie let out a staggered breath before turning to Steve. "You've gotta take me to the house, Steve. He's there, I know it."
The older brother sighed and shrugged lightly. "We'll go down to Mass Ave. to see if he's not shooting up, and if he's not there we can check home."
"It's a waste of gas," Shirley protested at the two walked toward the door. "He could be anywhere."
Her words fell on deaf ears, Steve and Camille walked outside without another word. The man hopped into the driver's seat, leaving her in the passenger's. His hand had just stuck the key into the ignition when the back door opened. Hugh sat down in the seat behind Millie's. "We going or what? I, uh, I just want to help."
Steve looked toward the girl, who merely shook her hand — telling him not to start anything, at least not now. He huffed and turned the car on before peeling out of the driveway. The ride was silent for a minute or two, but Camille could tell Hugh was dying to make some sort of conversation.
"So, um- What's going on? With you and Leigh, I mean."
"Hmm?"
"H-how's your marriage?" the father stammered reluctantly.
"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked.
Camille sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat. It was dumb of her to get her hopes up, to think that Steve and his dad could be in the same car without bickering.
