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I’d told Co and Willow about it a
few months ago.
“It’s an odd thing,” I’d said. “I feel
them, you know, just out of reach and out
of sight but with me.”
"Come on, Mom, this isn’t one of
your novels. We live in one of the safest
neighborhoods.”
“The kid has a point.” Co chuckled.
I brush off telling them about it
again. I am tired of sounding like a
