A PIECE OF HER MOTHER SHE COULD STILL HOLD ONTO

Aunt Marie’s house was a small cottage on the city's edge, surrounded by a garden that smelled like rosemary and lavender. The place looked like it had grown straight out of a storybook, the kind of home that felt warm even before you stepped through the door.

Anise and Dexton climbed the front ste...

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