“You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m glad you’re here.”
Taking the pie toward the kitchen, I asked, “Where should I put this?”
“The fridge,” Vanessa said.
Inside, most shelves were empty.
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“You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m glad you’re here.”
Taking the pie toward the kitchen, I asked, “Where should I put this?”
“The fridge,” Vanessa said.
Inside, most shelves were empty.