I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

about a phone charger.

Someone had burned toast.

Two young adults sat doing homework at a scarred kitchen table.

Then I noticed a girl trying to glue the sole back onto her sneaker.

My body stopped before my mind caught up.

“What is this place?”

Caroline looked at me.

“Where I met Thomas.”

I turned slowly.

“What?”

“I’m not his biological daughter.”

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