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After Mary and the girls left, Eveline puttered around the condo, putting things in order for the week to come. As she put away plates and folded clothes, her mind dwelt on the mystery that was Mary Durham and her daughters.
Where did she come from? What was she running from? All the evidence pointed towards a young woman who had been shockingly abused. That she could be so strong at her age, dealing with the stress of raising two children single-handed, was incredible.
She sat back down on the couch, half-watching the football game. For some reason, the condo felt empty, and she gave a rueful smile. Ever since she had moved to Des Moines, she had lived alone, and had been happy to do so. Her scattered, short-term relationships had rarely evolved to the point where she had conside
