Imagine this: on one half of your screen, it’s September 24, 2010. Jamie Reagan is in a crisp blue uniform, fresh out of the Police Academy, his whole career ahead of him. Frank Reagan looks solid, steady, but younger; the lines on his face are worry, not yet history.
On the other half of your screen, it’s December 13, 2024. The plates on the table look the same, the grace sounds familiar – but now there are empty chairs, new babies on the way, scars you can’t unsee, and a city that has almost broken them more than once.
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