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Nine years. That had been how long Erin was gone. It wasn't hard to see Jay again, or Kim, or Adam, or Kevin. Erin had been a little bit sad to hear of the passing of Olinsky and proud to see that Hailey was still here. Then she met Dante, and all of that seemed ++
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++that it worked. Erin opened up the door and went inside, closing the door behind her. "Hank?" Erin had called out, "Put down your gun, it's me." Erin had of course remembered that Voight always had that shot gun close by for any stupid interruders.
++it together Erin, geez." Erin had said to herself.
Erin reached into her pocket and pulled out the key that Voight had given her so long ago. The best she could hope was that Voight never changed the locks since then. And as she put the key into place and turned, it clicked, letting her know ++
++bouncing off the walls. It was enough to make Erin almost cry. Not because it made her sad, exactly, but she was here! She was home. And it swelled her heart up with that kind of happiness that people usually only discovered three or four times in their entire lives. Erin let out a breath. "Get ++
++so, so easy next to what she was going to have to do next. See Hank Voight. The man who took her in so long ago, gave her home, became the father she had never had and Camille had become the mother she never had.
Erin stood outside of Hank Voight's home, almost hearing the echoes of memories ++