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“We need to get out of here,” Dennis mutters, trying to focus on that task.
It occurs to him that he doesn’t even know where his own front door is anymore. The walls are now floors, the floors are now walls. Trying to push his concussed brain to solve rotation puzzles for the location of a door is like trying to shoot a tipping duck. For all Dennis knows, they’re buried under a hillside’s worth of dirt, and any exit point is blocked by more suffocating darkness.
Trinity forces out a laugh, cold and ironic. “We don’t have our phones, I don’t hear any sirens, and I’m literally pinned to this godforsaken house. We’re not leaving any time soon.”
(In which the Whitsantos household gets caught up in a landslide)
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13 Jun 2026
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A missing birth certificate should have been a routine paperwork problem.
Dennis mentions that he was born at PTMC, and Robby pulls up the linked patient file expecting to find an old birth record.
What he finds instead sends him spiraling straight into one of the worst identity crises of his life.
Robby stared at the screen, unable to look away from the name sitting there in black and white beneath Dennis’s birth records.
Delivering Physician.
Michael Robinavitch, MD.Bookmarked by starpebbles
11 Jun 2026
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Tiny.
He looks so tiny. Which isn’t a word Robby ever thought he’d use to describe Dennis, and yet here he is. Small, yes. He’s shorter than Robby by a good six inches, a fact that he’s always adored because it means he’s the perfect height. Means he’s just the right height for forehead kisses. Means he fits in the curve of Robby’s body just so, fits under his chin when they lie on the couch together. Means he’s exactly the right height for Robby to stand behind him, to rest his chin on his shoulder, to whisper in his ear. Dennis is smaller than him, yes. But he’s never thought of him as tiny until now. But here, in this moment, he does. Dwarfed by wires and surrounded by white hospital sheets, he looks tiny.
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- Part 10 of June of Doom
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11 Jun 2026
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“I’m not your dad, and you’re not my son,” Jack murmured, eyes flickering up to meet Dennis’ from across the booth. “You are, however, kind of my little dude. Nothing your mom says will change that.”
Jack Abbot hasn’t had the best luck with relationships throughout his life. At the age of forty, he meets Jennifer Karlson. She may not be his soulmate, but he wants a partner and to be married, so he proposes. She tells him she has four children: three boys and a girl. However, the youngest daughter, Miriam, tells Jack that his name is Dennis.
Jack rolls with the tide. He tries to be a good husband. He tries to be a good stepfather. He also tries to ignore the increasingly obvious fact that his stepson is in love with him.
Jack is usually very in control of his life. This time, he fails.
Spectacularly.
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10 Jun 2026
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Jack had always been a light sleeper, ever since his days in the army. He awoke with a jolt, immediately surveying the room, assessing the situation. Wet bed sheets. Missing boy. Crying. Oh. Jack thought.
“Den, Baby?” Jack worriedly hummed as he grabbed for his forearm crutches that were propped against the bed.
“ ‘m sorry papa…” Dennis coughed “ ‘was accident” The younger man began hysterically crying.
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A regressed Dennis wets the bed and his daddies take care of him.