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“What’s a home like, Sydney?”
Sydney didn’t tell him he hardly knew. As a child his home had been destroyed. Everything that made a home a home had been destroyed. His family murdered, no one left but Jacob, as scared and lost as he was. The foster homes and schools had never been homes. He and Jacob had lived to improve their minds, educate themselves. During their years of work together, home had been a place to stow belongings and sleep, because their lives were consumed by their work at the Centre. Sydney had never known a real home either.