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Chapter Four

Writer's picture: M. J. PadgettM. J. Padgett

“Mom, what are you doing home?” I dropped my bag on the kitchen table. Two boxes sat in the corner marked Personal Items. I swallowed. There was only one reason I could think of that those would be in our kitchen and not at her office. Van stood behind me with my cheer bag in hand, waiting.

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