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"Is that right?" I grin at my older

daughter, who shrugs it off as nothing.

"Thank you, Will."

“It’s nothing. How are you, Mom?”

"Better now that I'm home. Gonna

take a bath, and then we can have

dinner."

“Gracie and I were just going to

watch Frozen,” she tells me. I smile at

her appreciatively, thankful for her help

with taking care of her sister.