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Lucas stared out the car window, his eyes completely blank.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered.
“I don’t recognize any of this.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” I said, trying to hide my heartbreak.
We stepped out of the car and walked down the sidewalk toward a nearby park.
Suddenly, the blare of a truck horn pierced the air, followed by the screech of tires.