"Mom? Dad?"
Lopez looked around the dark, quiet front room of his once home, having keyed the door and snuck in without a sound.
"Derrick?"
A reaction, and he was set on edge. His mother suddenly stood in the doorway and he felt a wave of nausea hit him like a punch to the gut.
YOU'RE NOT MY DERRICK! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU'RE NOT MY BABY BOY
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