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Even after nearly five months, Alice always seemed loath to put her son down. Frank was happy just to see the two of them, in quiet moments, sitting together in front of the fire with the Christmas tree's scent on the air. He might be studying killers' profiles, or reading incident reports sent over by Magical Law Enforcement, but all he had to do was glance up and see the pair of them together to feel a sense of peace and determination.
"Are we doing the right thing?"
"Yes Alice. We are."
If naught else, they had to protect him.